Posted by octopusprime on May 15, 2004, at 12:15:39
In reply to i want a pony (or a rich husband), posted by karen_kay on May 15, 2004, at 9:49:46
kk i think you are psychic.
for weeks now at work i have been asking for a pony. every time me or a coworker asks for something we'll never get (like a reliable network connection, or enough employees to do the work), i also ask for a pony. one day a guy drew me a picture of a pony and stuck it to my monitor (ok it is a squiggle with PONY written on it). but i think that's as close as i get!
(except it has been suggested that i go to the toy store and get a my little pony for my cube)
i realized though that i would be too heavy to ride a real pony. i wanted to ride it to work and park it next to my cube all day. for that reason (and for other sassy reasons), what i really require is a WILD STALLION. :D which is the new running gag. get me my stallion!
ronald reagan had a favourite joke about ponies. it's marginally relevant to the rest of your post, which while important to comment on i glossed over because i am obsessed with ponies. here it goes:
The joke concerns twin boys of five or six. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities -- one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist -- their parents took them to a psychiatrist.
First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. "What's the matter?" the psychiatrist asked, baffled. "Don't you want to play with any of the toys?" "Yes," the little boy bawled, "but if I did I'd only break them."
Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. "What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere!"
"Reagan told the joke so often," Meese said, chuckling, "that it got to be kind of a joke with the rest of us. Whenever something would go wrong, somebody on the staff would be sure to say, "There must be a pony in here somewhere.'"
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