I don't know why I looked in this thread. It is disturbing in so many ways...
Yup, I'm off to see my shrink on Monday. I mean, I've always been disturbed, but since I first came into this thread I've been losing it on so many levels.
For a start, I'm having nightmares about pink, blue and purple fuckin' ponies, fer crike's sake.
Next I was down the street and saw a Shetland pony. Now I've never wanted to kick a pony in the nuts before, but that's what this thread has done to me.
Then I got thrown out of the races for assaulting a jockey who was wearing colours that reminded me of Bronys... pink, blue, purple, etc. Well it's not that I assaulted him exactly, but his pink, blue and purple racing colours got ripped to shreds. Damned ponies, it's all their fault.... and fuckin' Bronys for exposing me to them. I mean, they should've known I was tightrope walking the thin, thin line between sanity and insanity, and that ponies would push me over the edge.
And last but not least, I've set traps all around the place... in the hope of catching some tasty pony patties on the hoof.
Believe me when I say there are no pics of "broniii" on my walls.
What, no pony pinups at all? Me either, but I'm off to the butcher's on Monday to see if I can get one of those promotional charts that shows how meat is cut up into chops, steaks and roasts, etc.
Sheesh, all this talk of food and I'm getting hungry. 
