That's some habituation they got there. Where I see them in Nevada, they're a 1000 yards off giving me the stink eye like I just moved in next door with a loud party.

Gears, throttle control, speed, acceleration, tire bite, bounce and 3 dimensions. Spectacular.

"Daddy Peterson hit me on my face."

I think you're right. I've *eyerolled* when I've heard about bronies, but I think I get that there is an element of diminishing girl's things.

Why?

Thanks. That was a really nice read and made me re-think a lot about what it means to like something like that.

He still smokes the purple sword...

See I was right. They can't be man enough to play such a tough sport. I'm sure he's crying into lace hankies with his 'kissy face' friend by now.

No. My bottom is intact.

Correction: your dogs would like to kill him on the spot. Even your average "tongue hanging out", sweet, lovable cat turd snaffler has the heart of a sheep killer. There's something about sheep they want to kill.

Something's not right with you...but I chortled anyway...+1

"Marriya, the police are chasing me, I am in an apartment."

All that may be true of the father's controlling attitude. In fact, let's stipulate that all of it and more is true.

The rise in tone at the end of 'hell' tells you its northern, not London.

Dude. She's speaking in northern English accent (Brummie or Scouse). Listen for the dropped 'h'. There's not even a hint of an 'm' or 'th'.

You drew me in, I clicked, I hooted with laughter and you gutted me like a fish.

Oh, I get it. You're a pig who thinks good looking guys ought to be at your feet. Sorry you're a gross pig.

These THOTs are fugly! I'm sure glad they can't reproduce.

I'm sure they'd torn up each other's turf before, so no big deal.

Why say anything? There's nothing heroic about playing basketball, nothing heroic about sports in general.