You and I are not the getters of free ponies but the buyer of said ponies for others.”
I already own my “ponies”. Come pet a couple..there are 6.
Worried that their son was too optimistic, the parents of a little boy took him to a psychiatrist.
Trying to dampen the boys spirits, the psychiatrist showed him into a room piled high with nothing but horse manure. Yet instead of displaying distaste, the little boy clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to all fours, and began digging.
‘What do you think youre doing?’ the psychiatrist asked.
‘With all this manure,’ the little boy replied, beaming, ‘there must be a pony in here somewhere.’
I, for one, am sick of digging through the manure on Capitol Hill, looking for my pony! ;)