My god, it's full of stars My Little Ponies.


(When she says "rescue ponies," does she mean she collected these from the trash?)

her chances of ever getting laid are zero

She could get some heavy petting done, though.

You know, I lost a pony as a child. I wonder if she has one (it's transparent purple, with glitter)...

I remember that pony, I didn't have it but a friend did. I loved the ponies when I was a kid but no way would I own one now...kinda reeks of pathetic.

Someone should tell her that her chances of ever getting laid are zero while these things remain in her house.

"Hey, I think I hear Lemon Drop over there whispering that you should get in bed with me. Listen close. No, closer."

her chances of ever getting laid are zero

She could get some heavy petting done, though.

*gives Hugh Janus a sugar cube*

To be fair, at least she isn't a 30-something woman with all of those. That would be one hell of a warning sign.

The pictures kind of confuse me- is every picture different? It's so hard to tell....

And as for owning toys... I sometimes feel sad about the fact that I don't want toys anymore. I go to Wal-Mart and see all the stuff and think, man, $5 used to be a lot of money, and now I could buy all the $5 ponies I want...and I don't want them.

Lucky for her I'm a My Little Pony Whisperer.
Cancel all my appointments next week.

a 17-year-old girl from west London

You might want to hold off a year, hellbient.

Nah, 16's the age of consent in the UK, m3dia.

A My Little Pony Whisperer, not a My Little Pony Collector Whisperer.

To be fair, at least she isn't a 30-something woman with all of those. That would be one hell of a warning sign.

My sister is 27, happily married, and has a hefty collection of My Little Ponies. I don't know why, but for some reason with her, it's quirky and cute, rather than creepy and freaky.

I think I'm more disturbed that there is a forum for "all Sad, Lonely and Unwanted My Little Ponies."

It's like a scene from a horror movie, really.

Anyway, even if she ever got rid of the millions of ponies she has in her house, I still don't think she'd ever get laid. Imagine her out on a date:

GUY: So, do you have any hobbies?
PONY FREAK: Well, I used to collect My Little Ponies, but I got rid of them.
GUY: (laughs) Yes, well, how about hobbies you've had since you were twelve?
PONY FREAK: Oh, no, I only got rid of my ponies last week, so I could start dating and maybe get laid.
GUY: You've a wonderful sense of humor.
PONY FREAK: (freaks out) I'm not joking. I loved my ponies.
GUY: Oh. Umm, so ... how many did you have?
PONY FREAK: Oh, about a hundred thousand.
GUY: Ah. Well, this has been nice. I, umm, I think I have to go now. My ... my ... I need to clean my andirons.
PONY FREAK: But I got rid of my ponies for you! We're supposed to have sex now!

(Guy gets up hastily and runs out of restaurant, hailing the first cab he can find, leaving Pony Freak sobbing and still virginal.)

Someone should tell her that her chances of ever getting laid are zero while these things remain in her house.

Nah. I have roughly twenty action figures and I've gotten laid a few times. and trust me, men are so grateful for sex that they won't let something like plastic equines get in the way.

I think I'd find it difficult to sleep in a room with so very many pairs of eyes (painted plastic, yes, but still) staring at me.

With regard to the, er, getting laid thing: due to ther wonder of the internet, I'd imagine that somewhere out there is someone with a My Little Pony fetish (sorry, eth) looking to hook up. Somehow they will find each other, and there will be much blissful whinnying and neighing.

And now I must go bleach my brain to rid myself of that image.

Somehow they will find each other, and there will be much blissful whinnying and neighing.

Gotta make hay while the sun shines, right?

GUY: Ah. Well, this has been nice. I, umm, I think I have to go now. My ... my ... I need to clean my andirons.

LOL!