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02/07/12(Tue)22:31 No.34071066I was staying in a house with a few of my friends and my girlfriend, Mary. Most of us were in college at the time, or trying to scrape out a lifeless job somewhere. At the time, my girlfriend had a fluffy pony. She named him Cuddlebucket, because his fluff mark was literally just a pail. Anyway, for safety, she'd keep Cuddlebucket in a playhouse whenever she wasnt playing with him personally. Or so she thought.
When she was out on Sundays, most of the guys got pretty bored. Sometimes we'd make a maze of pillows and watch Cuddlebucket try run through it. Other times we'd pretend to hunt Cuddlebucket with nerf guns. We set him loose and stalked him around the house, firing nerf bullets at him. Fluffy ponies sure can run fast when they're terrified. Every now and then, Josh would bring over his terrier and we'd set the dog loose on Cuddlebucket. The dog would literally try to kill Cuddlebucket, but nothing ever came of it. The dog would just gnaw at the fluff. Cuddlebucket sure got a good workout though. He'd spend several hours a day running for his life.
Whenever we'd hear Mary's car pull into the driveway, we'd have to clean up fast. We'd dump Cuddlebucket back into his play house and made him promise to never tell Mary. She'd always wonder why he was breathing so hard when she came back. Luckily Cuddlebucket never said anything, or Mary would have thrown a real shit fit. At the end of the day, Mary would just calm him down and brush his fluff until he went to sleep. Everything worked out. |
