Friday, August 22, 2008
The Adventures of Prozac Pony
Hi there! My name is Penny, but you can call me Prozac Pony. Everyone does. Why, you ask? Because after many years of therapy and a whole lot of Prozac, I realize that life is too short to be sad and alone and I want to spread the word.
I used to be depressed all the time and stayed by myself, never joining in any pony games. Since I was such a downer no one wanted to hang out with me, which made me even more bummed out. It truly sucked.
But that's all changed. Now I have a great outlook and tons of friends. Life is good.
Hey Prozac Pony, how's it goin?
Wait.....where are you going? Guys? Guys?
Guys? Come back! Is it....my breath? Is my conversation boring? What?
(cue the music from Jaws)
UMM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
Muyhahahahaha. Yummy. Hungry Gator loves mentally healthy meat best! SSRI's are like MSG to me. Makes everything tastier to my mouf!
Muyhahahahaha. NOM NOM NO--......pleh! Ack, ick, yuck! This meat no good. It taste like crazy.