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I was sitting around, being a classy gentleman and arguing with christians on the internet, when suddenly my euphoric-groove stopped. My fedora had fallen off.
I was sitting around, being a classy gentleman and arguing with Christians on the internet, when suddenly my euphoric-groove stopped. My fedora had fallen off.


"Apple Jack!" I yelled, sometimes my wife (yes she is a pony I don't give a fuck what you think we are happy together) likes to pull little pranks. Such a cutie. Fantasizing over cartoon horses is not weird at all.
"Apple Jack!" I yelled, sometimes my wife (yes she is a pony I don't give a fuck what you think we are happy together) likes to pull little pranks. Such a cutie. Fantasizing over cartoon horses is not weird at all.




I bent over and picked up my enlightened headgear, when I felt a cool breeze rush up my arm.
I bent over and picked up my enlightened headgear, when I felt a cool breeze rush up my arm.




Apple Jack sat in the corner, afraid.
Apple Jack sat in the corner, afraid.




"we're going to be okay, aren't we?"
"we're going to be okay, aren't we?"
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I couldn't stand my beautiful waifu being scared like that. I grabbed my katana and I made a threatening pose at the spot I thought the ghost was at.
I couldn't stand my beautiful waifu being scared like that. I grabbed my katana and I made a threatening pose at the spot I thought the ghost was at.


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As I tacticoooly walked backwards, I slipped on a piece of paper. It was my Sonic fan art.  The 400 pound mass that is my body rolled down the stairs and I broke my neck (I didn't know I still had that) and I died.

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As I tacticoooly walked backwards, I slipped on a piece of paper. It was my sonic fan art.  The 400 pound mass that is my body rolled down the stairs and I broke my neck (I didn't know I still had that) and I died.
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Latest revision as of 20:18, 10 April 2023

I was sitting around, being a classy gentleman and arguing with Christians on the internet, when suddenly my euphoric-groove stopped. My fedora had fallen off.

"Apple Jack!" I yelled, sometimes my wife (yes she is a pony I don't give a fuck what you think we are happy together) likes to pull little pranks. Such a cutie. Fantasizing over cartoon horses is not weird at all.

I bent over and picked up my enlightened headgear, when I felt a cool breeze rush up my arm.

Apple Jack sat in the corner, afraid.

"we're going to be okay, aren't we?"

I couldn't stand my beautiful waifu being scared like that. I grabbed my katana and I made a threatening pose at the spot I thought the ghost was at.

As I tacticoooly walked backwards, I slipped on a piece of paper. It was my Sonic fan art.  The 400 pound mass that is my body rolled down the stairs and I broke my neck (I didn't know I still had that) and I died.

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