RIP Lil' Sebastian.

Meh, I'd be more impressed if she was a graduate student or a baker.

No diaper = sh*t and piss soon to be all over the floor.

I thought they all had jobs on the vast dental floss ranches of Montana

Oh god keep her away from the Bronies :(

That tiny horse is taking our little jerbs!

His shoes are gay.

Shortly after this picture was taken, `Prince Cinnamon Boots' (the horse) noticed his own footwear and kicked twenty-five seniors in the junk.

In before...

No one noticed that Whisper chewed through the hand brake on Mr. Kelfetzer's chair. Later that evening, Mr. K failed to brake at the top of the stairs and fell to his death. Only when authorities went through his personal belongings did they find evidence that he was a former member of the SS and was a notorious death camp guard.

But the little horse knew. She knew all along.

captainspud: FTFA: Other residents began poking their heads out of their rooms, lining up to have their turn with the horse.

Ewww, TMI. :(

Also: With such a status, "it makes her sound that much better," Kohls said. "It makes people feel that much better about her coming."

Gross

Abandoning thread due to immanent Ponies.

oldfarthenry: [bloximages.chicago2.vip.townnews.com image 620x469]

My FIL (RIP) would have gotten drunk and galloped around the home bare-back on that thing (which would have been AWESOME).

spentmiles: Wouldn't that make you laugh? Well wouldn't it?

Depends.

StrangeQ: That one hit a little close to home?

yeah, let's see if I got this straight; in your opinion if someone likes something that is aimed at a younger audience, but has it's attractions for an older audience, say collecting toy cars for instance, it's ok to brand them pedo, and if they are in the slightest bit outraged at this branding, you imply that the outrage at being falsely accused of being a kiddie fiddler is somehow proof that they are a pedo for real for real?

Yer, duurr de huurrr de derpa herpa hurrr.

I'm back. Has it deteriorated yet?

when i was a boy in mexico my mother worked in the pony show. she was uneducated and the humiliating entertainment paid her well. the day she was going to give birth to my little sister i was at the cabaret all alone. the owner was a greasy fat bellied man who always stank of cheap cologne and body odor. he told me that since my mother was not there to give the show, i had to fill in that night.

i was scared and alone when i walked out onto the dimly lit stage. it was loud and the room was thick with smoke. i was instructed to drop my short pants and lean over a tiny stool. then i heard the clip-clop of feet behind me. i could taste the bile in my young, parched throat. next thing i know i felt a pain like a sword tearing me like Kleenex. i thought my backside was going to explode. i passed out from the pain.

when i woke up i was in a strange hospital in Texas. someone took pity on me and got me there before i bled to death. i spent the next 10 weeks in an improvised sling, my ass up in the air, my face to the floor. i thought the pain would never go away. it was a teaching hospital so i was prodded and poked by a slew of ham-handed interns around the clock. the humiliation, the embarrassment...i wanted to just die.

after a few months in the hospital i was able to sleep in a normal bed again, free from the weighted sling device that was my tormentor for many weeks. one saturday a nurse said us children were in for a special treat. and with that i heard the lightest of hoof beats as a midget pony was slowly led into the room. the nurse laughed and patted my leg, telling me it would be okay, and not to be afraid. i told her that ponies really like when you run your fingertips on their tongue, that it makes them happy and content. without missing a beat that nurse leaned right over and stuck her fingers right in that stupid little horses mouth. almost immediately she recoiled as blood shot from where three finger tips had been seconds before. the kids in the room lost their minds, you've never heard such an outburst in all your days. the nurse was screaming, the kids were laughing hysterically, and the pony was enjoying a fingertip treat. it was the first time i felt good about myself in my short life, and that night i slept like a king.