Turning now toward my first entry on this grand list, I fully intend to secure a radiant, well-muscled young horse who will serve as the loyal, non-judgmental friend and confidant that I so richly deserve.
Although it seems like the stuff of science fiction right now, the sands of time may render me a joyless shell of the wanton, husky-shouldered bon vivant that you see before you today.
And who will be there for Denny? My toy-thoroughbred Muggsy, that's who.
With her pristine yellow bows, buoyant leg-bells and empathetic smile that always says "I'll love you no matter what, Papa" we'll be fast friends--the kind who can tell each other anything.
My pony will be a pint-sized, spiritually regal creature that never judges. A humble beast who can provide love, warmth and, in the event of a prolonged famine, a ready source of protein.
So the countdown has officially begun. I'm coming for you, Muggsy Malone.
Your Future Daddy,
Denny DelVecchio
3 comments:
That was heartwarming. I'm glad I ate after reading.
So you have a sensitive side Delvecchio.
No. Just a penchant for pretty ponies.
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