On my trip to Dildo I saw this turbo cute pony eating away its lunch on a front yard. I wanted to get my picture with the little bugger immediately. My stylists rang the doorbell of the owners. Sure enough they happily agreed to the quick photo shoot.
Now, back in Toronto, I’m a bit sad because I forgot the name of my tiny friend.
Friendly. Always eating. Just like me.
Surprised. The pony wanted to bite my hand.
It made very sudden head movements. I had to be extremely careful.
Happy. Hugging the pony. What a catch.
Angry. I had to wash my shoes off of the pony excrements.