Granted, but they love it so much harder than you, and get in your face with it all the time, and it makes you sick of it. Then things go back to normal and a horde of locusts come and monsoons and death and destruction and the whole world dies- the end.
Granted, but you get paired up in sexual situations with other ponies by the sick (clompers I think they're called?), in all those sick fan fictions I keep hearing about.
Oh, and there are also pony murder stories and death and more death, and gore, and blood, and death..... have I mentioned death?
Oh I wish I was an Oscar Mayer weenier, that is what I truly want to be.
For if I was an Oscar Mayer weenier, everyone would be in love with me!