- >It's New Years Eve
- >A time to look forward toward new possibilities
- >While leaving the mistakes of the year behind
- >Like the whopper you made
- >Somehow, you got the idea to breed Fluffy Ponies
- >Seemed easy, just get a few stallions and a dozen mares
- >Let'em go at it, then BAM, babies to sell for 50 to 100 bucks a pop
- >Shit was fool-proof
- >However in all time spent filling out paperwork
- >With all the money spent on cages, food and the fluffies themselves
- >Nobody told you the most important thing
- >No one buys from breeders, ever
- >Fluffies cost a dollar at best from most pet stores
- >They get theirs from fluffy pony mills, large scale operations
- >Feral foals are free and are commonly taken from their mother's arms
- >You tried to spread news about your business around
- >"What are you, retarded?" was the most common response
- >You argued about the quality of your fluffies
- >"A "high quality" fluffy is still a retarded fluffy." is all you heard
- >It's true, even the "smart" parents gave birth to normal foals
- >Claiming a high intelligence breed was how you justified the price
- >Only managed to sell a few, they all died within a week
- >Had to reimburse each and every buyer on top of bills
- >Eventually, you had to find a full-time job to cover costs
- >All the while you had sixty-seven fluffy ponies to care for
- >Found yourself working at a fireworks store
- >It's not so bad, the employee discount is useful
- >Especially tonight cause you want to say goodbye to your mistake
- >Sixty-seven fluffy ponies with fireworks in every hole
- >Light a Roman Candle, point it at a mare and count down
- >Happy New Year!