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!AUGPONI2JY 01/23/12(Mon)06:19 No.33547332>Tabasco pony is starting to run low. >She hasn't said anything about it to you, if you don't count complaining about not being used much lately. >You get up for a midnight snack one night, and hear muffled sobs from the kitchen. >One successful stealth roll later and you get close enough to hear Tabasco pony crying in the fridge, pouring her heart out to Sriracha. The gist of it is, she's worried that if she winds up empty, she'll die. >The next morning you make yourself an omelette for breakfast, and chop up a few more peppers than you really need to. >You "forget" to throw out the leftover peppers, and to put Tabasco pony back in the fridge when you're cleaning up. >Go to work. >Come home. >Tabasco pony starts tearing a strip off you as soon as she hears the door open, and she's so loud you're pretty sure the neighbors can hear her. >When you get to the kitchen, she's on the counter, ranting about how she could've fallen into the floor and shattered, how dare you be so incompetent, why are you such an idiot, the whole nine yards. >The custard cup of chopped peppers you left out is in the sink, completely empty. Even rinsed out. >Tabasco pony is full again. >She continues tearing into you as you throw a frozen pizza in the oven, and while you'd never actually mention it, you can see her smile.
How's this for a >feel about tabasco pone? |