Tight jeans, snap backs, flannel shirts, shirts that say swag or any stupid corporation like The Hundreds and Obey, long chains, brightly colored shorts, socks with sandals, FEDORAS, mini skirts, ripped or torn jeans, and dreadlocks.
Well first thing I would realise is there would be a lot of crap around me. Like literally crap all over the streets, the sidewalks, and even in the buildings. My body wouldn't be able to handle that much mini horse crap all at once. And they would do it in public. Hell,even the princesses have to drop a deuce once n a while.
Second of all would be that I have no hands. I was born with a brain that uses these to pick things up. And now my body dosent have what it needs to even do this unless I'm an unicorn.
Wich brings up my last problem of being a small horse: What race of horse.
If I was a regular horse, and not given the gift of not being able to open a single jar, i would probably start eating the grass I'm not supposed to eat. I wouldn't be able to open a single thing.
So case in point: Make me a unicorn. Other wise, I'll jump into a dragons cave,
Hahaha! That's funny...oh wait, you're being serious about this? Son, let me tell you a little known fact about Hasbro: They're a company.
All they care about is making money. And as long as whatever you creates makes revenue for them, They won't listen to a single word you say.
Unless you're a famous celebrity or are filthy rich, don't expect them to be approving anything anytime soon, regardless of how much originality and child friendly media it has in it.
Well I live in North America in the United States.
I live in California in the city of Alhambra, where I lived since I was born.
Well since I got that all out, hope i cam be lucky and spot someone that lives near me.
So I was filing my W2 for my college fund, and my stupid dog ripped it into pieces. Sontimes I wish I can just murder her, but she's old, and nine years old.