The SoundPony

Magic served by the pint

Once upon a time in a small village called Tulsa, local peasants were forced to drink amongst the company of douchery. The peasants cried to the Heavens “Please, please spare me that I never hear the words ‘Yegger, bro’ uttered again!”. Then – there was a roar of great multitude in the heavens, like the roar of rushing beers and loud pedals of thunder, shouting “SOUNDPONY!”. A pale horse bearing great wings accompanied by a face of a grand trumpet emerged from the heavens, so that the ground shook with sound, and with him flowed oceans of golden foamy beer and many years of great joy to the peasants. And thus it was so, the Soundpony was born.