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8 yrs ago
Current Im loving this set Rockette made me sooooo much!
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9 yrs ago
Well, I am on the other side of the United States, without braces, and looking to do some more writing.
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11 yrs ago
Just got braces!
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11 yrs ago
SUMMER

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J for anti-pony jackals.
G for anti-pony garrison.
The axlotl called me to this thread
They can't see me smoke weed this way...

Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial. This girl's name for Silly Milly, and each skittle-colored highlight represented her passion for the gay community. But she was in reality a cis-tranz neo-reactionary Nazi spy working for the Russians. Silly Milly had already successfully taken over Brookyln from the inside, and was about to catch a tram to New York until Billy Tilly's ego took her over. Billy Tilly's ego taught Silly Milly in the ways of the patriarchy, which have long been illegal, at least since the great purge of White men in 3030. She grew a beard, bought a two-pronged cross, and began preaching the gospel about how the Pope was a dick and men were the shit. One day, her sermon was interrupted and her soapbox kicked over by the Matriarchio Mob, who threatened to smash all her windows unless she started paying them 'Oppression Tax'. Preaching one last time, Silly Milly transformed Billy Tilly's Ego into a gay guardian angel to fight off the mob. The gay guardian angel battled the mobsters for twelve days and twelve nights until the eve of Leif Erikson Day. On the thirteenth day, the lord spake to the mob.

"Jet fuel can't melt steel beams" boomed the Lord. At that moment, the Lord exploded into 1,000 meaty chunks, which fed the patriarchal rebels for 1337 days, and 1337 nights. This event became known as the 666th Christmas miracle, and has been celebrated by patriarchals for thousands of years. On that 1,337th night, Silly Milly and her patriarchal rebels stormed Fort Cox, a place in which the matriarchy stores all of the male genitalia, where it can't hurt anyone. This activated a nuke that shot Billy Tilly's ego into outer space, in search of a new world.

Opt #1

Would you rather spend the rest of your life in black limbo. You can't see hear or feel anything other than black.

Or

You're reality be a horror movie for the rest of eternity?
Is there a date set, or just a month set for the match? I need to mark my calendar.

P.S. Where can I buy a 'Merican bot themed t-shirt?

Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial.
I lost...
Dun dun dah! The suspense.
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