- >Your girlfriend is moving in with you
- >She owns a fluffy pony
- >Tell her you don't want the retarded shit machine in your house
- >She tries constantly to change your mind
- >Even teaches it to say "Fwuffy wuv daddah, nu make bad poopies"
- >Give in, it was pretty cute, but set some rules
- >If it starts shitting on the floor, it's out of there
- >She agrees
- >She's trained the fluffy to use the litter box since it was a foal
- >Not that it matters
- >Weeks go by, fluffy uses its litter box as trained
- >You microwave a bowl of week old spaghetti for its lunch
- >While it eats, you close the door to its safe room and litter box
- >"Time fow poopies!" it says and heads to the closed door
- >It asks the door to open at first then begs it
- >"Poopies, pwease nu come out hewe!" it yells
- >Too late, fluffy has just shit on the floor
- >"Bad poopies!" it yells at the pile and runs off, you reopen the door
- >Your girlfriend steps in it later, she smacks fluffy with the sorry stick
- >You repeat this for a few more days
- >Make fluffy some spaghetti again with fresh ingredients
- >He inhales it and hugs your leg
- >"Mommah meanie, fwufy wuv daddah" he says, cooing
- >Daww, adorable, give him a chocolate laxative for dessert
- >Girlfriend comes home and picks up Fluffy for a hug
- >A waterfall of shit pours over her
- >In a rage, she throws the fluffy pony outside
- >Later that night, you see it limping up to the patio door
- >Your girlfriend opens it and punts the critter into the street
- >"Retarded little shit machine" she says
- >Time to put a ring on her