How fecking rude is that??? Well that was what TW shouted at us in the dark this evening while we romped around the yard. Frankly I don't see what your fecking problem is lady, you worry about how I'm feeling and then when I trot beautifully like a welsh stallion in front of you you curse at me. Fecking potty mouth.
TW was unfortunate today methinks. Shed foolishly made some plans of how she would spend the day. I don't bleddy think so. It was pishing down again so we came up with OUR cunning plan. And it worked! Hahahaahah standing looking gawjus by the gate in the rain and a few shouties and we all got to spend the day in our beds, munching. AMAZING!!
Stupid TW made us stay in for the night too. That's not cool. So we basically ( we being me and Bee) threw ourselves about alot, full on paddy tantrums on the yard, refused to be caught, refused to go in our stables, refused to stay in our stables and generally misbehaved. Ha! Feck your plans TW!! ZM tried to help but tbh the pair of them are better at eating choccies and drinking tea. Plus they were too busy laughing most of the time. It was like a fecking carry on film!!
Eventually TW bribed me by getting tombot in his bed. Hmmmm, making an example of me ey? Bracky carried it on for another good five minutes by refusing to get in his bed and dancing about in front of me and Tom with Zoe's hay in his mouth. Jeez he's meant to be a fecking old yin. TW says me and him are gonna have to go showing now next year to once about in front of an audience. She also creamed at one point " SEE FRANKIE THIS S WHY YOU DON'T GO TO PONY PARTIES"!!! Hahahahah loser!!
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