Remember last week when I was trying to buy that dead pony I wanted? (I’ll just apologize for that first sentence right here if this is your first time here. You should probably just come back tomorrow.) Well I got outbid on it, but that was actually a blessing in disguise because then I found something I wanted even more that was just as awesome and also ethically taxidermied.
And a few minutes ago…it arrived.
That’s right, y’all. Anyone can have a dead pony, but it takes a specially fucked up kind of birthday wish to end up with a dead pegasus.
(Special note for those of you who are horrified that I support the slaughter of pegasuses: It’s actually a zebra colt mannequin covered with old, leftover cow and goose pieces. You can tell because of the stitching and also because pegasuses are much bigger in real life.)
But don’t tell that to Hunter S. Thomcat:
NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS, YOU GUYS.