day = made

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From: Pedro
To: Cheryl
Subject: PREPARE YOURSELF
9:36 a.m.

...TO HAVE YOUR DAY MADE! Pop Culture Icons as My Little Pony Dolls

From: Cheryl
To: Pedro
Subject: Re: PREPARE YOURSELF
1:49 p.m.

OMG. This is getting blogged about. I recognize Apple Jack beneath that Frida monobrow, which is appropriate, because I always suspected Apple Jack was a lesbian.

Comments

CC said…
My Little Wonder Woman = bisexual at the very least.
August 29, 2011 at 7:06 PM
Cheryl said…
C.C.: Also in the pony-queering category, I like My Little He-Man and My Little Skeletor, since they combine the top "girl" toy and top "boy" toy of the mid-'80s.
August 30, 2011 at 12:44 PM
Peter Varvel said…
I'm not familiar with the different MLP cast members, but as long as we're gender bending are there any that lean toward being a Boy George MLP? . . . Annie Lennox?
:)
August 31, 2011 at 9:15 AM
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