Once upon a time there was a princess in a land very very very far away. (Heads up, there is very bad grammar.) Anyway, back to the story. Since the princess lived in a land very very very far away, she had no friends, which meant she was a loser, 'cause losers have no friends. It's the truth. Now we come to the present, where she meets this pony. His name is Derek. Derek the pony.
Derek had a very very bad attitude problem. He hated being ridden, even though that's what ponies are meant for. This is the conversation that the princess had with Derek.
"You're riding me too hard."
"Well, I can't do anything about that," said the princess in a very lady-like-manner.
(Side note: the princess was also a brat.)
"You're making my butt sore. Move toward the head. Don't worry, I don't bite."
Derek replied, but he was lying. In fact, Derek had bitten me the other day. But that was because I called him a butt head and he took offense. Ponies, am I right?
Anyway back to the princess,
...so I don't know where I was going. So the end.
