Sunday, January 21, 2007

So I met a girl with a pony at the airplane

It's in her suitcase, she lives in South San Francisco with her dad who I mistook for her granddad, and when she danced, she was a little swirl of pink! And I petted her pony love through her suitcase, and then we were off, each to our separate cities.

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