On the this thing called life:
Muh name esh GunNaaAh. Gun-Nah!
Derp! I'm freaking hysterical!
Wait a minute...
Did you just derp me?!
The focus is food:
Why are you so short? Where's the treats?
They have to be here somewhere...
I can smell them....
Revelation in the round pen:
Am I a dressage horse or a pony-horse?
Because if I'm a dressage horse, you seriously need to do something about this mane.
Oh, so you want to take a picture of me?
I am not a pony-horse here, I do not just stand wherever you leave me anymore! I am a dressage horse! I shall follow you. *note the fly on his face.
Wherever you may go!
I have a great ass for my age!