| A Conversation I Had This Morning |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|05:05 pm] |
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| | trying not to laugh | ] | My Friend: "I had a pony when I was a kid" Me: "Seriously?" MF: "Yeah, my parents live on a farm, remember?" Me: "That's so sweet! You got to live every 5 to 10 year-olds' dream!" MF: "He was a nice pony. Too bad about what happened." Me: "What happened?" MF: "He died in a drive by shooting." |
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For real?
And you managed to not laugh? Colour me impressed.
For real. I managed to hold myself back because he looked quite sad about it but as soon as I was alone I laughed for a good ten minutes.
A drive-by shooting of their farm.
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Apparently one morning my friend's dear mother heard gun shots. She looked out the window just in time to see a dead pony and the back of a pick-up truck driving off.
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OMG I thought he was joking! | |