Mythbusters makes me feel EVIL.
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
I am already a tiny bit of a pyro as evidenced by the lighter I carry around in my purse and frequently play with. I've burned puppy chow, fritos, blades of grass, silly string...
If I could hang out with the Mythbusters for a day I could die happy. Really.
There's something primal and satisfying about seeing something blown to smithereens, or crushed to oblivion, or burning a slow fiery death.
Er... yeah. :-p
Rode the pony today. He's developing a bit of a nipping habit so we're trying to break him of that. All in all he's doing well, tho.
'Quel
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