It's like a gang of ponies leaped out from behind a rainbow, pinned a guy down, beat him up and gave him a quick on-the-spot tattoo so he'd never forget the night he got mugged by the Eastside Prancers, then cantered off down the street laughing at all the photos of his girlfriend that he keeps in his wallet.
The guy also had two-hundred dollars in his wallet; tonight those ponies are going to get so high on sugar cubes.