Fisher pony walked up to the Salespony.

"Good day, m8," the Salespony chirped, "How was the b8?"

Fisher pony smiled. "I r8 8/8, m8." he replied.

"Well 8n't that gr8!" Salespony responded, "Would you like an instant reb8?"

"Nah, m8. I'm gonna go home and get some cr8s."

"Well, don't forget to come by on a l8er d8!"

"Yup," the Fisher pony continued, "though next time I'm gonna keep my g8 eye out for them g8ers."

"What do you do for a living, m8?" the Interviewer began, looking up from a notepad.

"I have a pretty gr8 r8 of cleaning pl8s." the Janitor said cheerily.

"Gr8!" the Interviewer replied, "Welcome to the Gr8 Sl8 Pl8 Fr8!"

"One more thing--" the Janitor continued, "With this job, will I get my own pair of sk8s?"

"Yup."

"Gr8!"

Author's Notes:

Sorry, not sorry.