| A Conversation I Had This Morning | [Dec. 21st, 2004|05:05 pm] |
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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