Distracted wrote::lol:
They do seem like pets sometimes when they're little, don't they? Feed them... water them... clean up their little poopies. But pets don't argue with you when it's time to go to bed.

Trust me, Vivendi demands a whole lotta more than feeding and watering

She's crapped all over northrhine-westphalia by now. But the prospect of having a baby horse lets me forget all the sleepless nights on foal watch, all the days of worry. Last week I spent a whole night in the hay. She just needs someone nearby. If that means me sleeping in a small hay-covered box - so be it

And no, Vivendi doesn't argue when it's time to hit the sack. I eigther agree or my face meets a steel horse shoe. *BAM*