So Liz has this pony. it's name is pony. She's had this thing forever and plays with it like a two year old. It's really interesting, and really hilarious. Today we were sitting on her bed, watching SVU {which we never stop doing these days, btw} and she breaks out singing about pony and how pony loves heinous sex crimes and how pony's gonna go get the bad guys etc. So then I go to write my paper and I send her an email from the lounge {an email because I don't have facebook right now and my phone was dead} telling her that I didn't want to write this paper. She in turn sends me a picture of pony, sitting at "his" laptop, writing a paper. The caption was "Pony's got you covered."
I'm pretty sure that she should be committed into an asylum.
Right now she's sitting with pony and saying "Slam pony into the wall" and slamming pony against the wall and singing "pony pony pony pony pony but face pony." Honestly. This stuff is too crazy to make up.
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