>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