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I was sitting around, being a classy gentleman and arguing with |
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. |
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"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. |
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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. |
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Apple Jack sat in the corner, afraid. |
Apple Jack sat in the corner, afraid. |
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"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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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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