Earlier today I was commiserating on the phone with an old friend when I happened, as is my wont, to mention "Pony Girls" and the men who make them trot around. My pal asked me, "What's a 'pony girl'?" To his dismay I subsequently enlightened him. He then reflected that I was the only person he knew that would 1) know what a pony girl was and, 2) mention it on the phone. [No, I'm not going to help you out here. You're an adult. It's entirely between you and Google and whatever government agency is so over-staffed it thinks you are worth tracking.]
I allowed that it had to do with my previous line of work and that the knowledge I gained there was only used in a professional capacity. I reminded him that the iron rule of sex on the internet is: "In the instant you believe that you have at last come to a site that expresses the absolute bottom of human sexual depravity... at that precise instant you will be given a link that takes you five miles deeper."
Half an hour later....
Brought to my attention by davidthompson -- who should know better.Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 15, 2012 2:31 PM