The Sparkle Ponies are not ALLOWED to take care of their own crap, don't you understand?
Behind every successful Sparkling Glittery Lancome covered Ugg Boot and Bikini wearing Pony is a sparkle mule.
we carry the matching hermes bags
we clean the porta potties preceeding usage.
we cook, hunt, gather, do the books and smooth the bumpy way for stilettos and poorly engineered furry platform boots.
we are generally content with beans from a can, bad liquor and cigarettes...
and that one important ingredient that keeps us going, even when there are miles to go and the shopping bag handles are cutting tiny rivers of blood in your hands as you struggle to stay balanced out in front of the Sephora.
one kiss from the right sparkle pony can make even the dullest of mules shine.
one night in the air makes all the toil on the ground seem a small price.
even eyeore, sad and glum for lack of a real tail, is a new donkey when he gets some real "tail".
call us suckers....call us beasts of burden, call us Sparkle Enablers and Co-Card Holders, call us whipped and in servitude.
we dont care, it's our jobs, we're mules, and the sparkle ponies need us.
and we need them.