Ugh, ponies, ponies, ponies. IT'S ALL FREAKING PONIES. I FREAKING HATE PONIES. RAWWRGHARFARSLARMAR IIIIII HAAAAATE BROOONIIIIIIES. DIE IN HECK, YOU FRUITBOWLS. I MEAN, GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRAHAAAAAAH *knocks over large amount of beer cans* RAAAAAAAAAAAWR *hyperventilates* EEEEEEENGINEER, AAAAAAH'M TELLING YOU FOR THE LAAAAAAAST TIIIIIIME GRRRRRAWRAHFLAHMA. *hyperventilates* *takes sip of beer* *sigh* I don't know what just happened there. Alright, we're gonna continue Radio Graffiti, and we're gonna start this continuation RRRIGHT NAW. Caller 857, you're on. "...................." Godd*** Helen Keller deaf mute. MrBoingo, you're on "IIIIIIIIIIII-I-I LOVE LITTUH GIRLS, THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO~" Yeah, why dontcha die while playing with yer Peter Popper, you fruitbowl. PlusTrollPlus, you're on. "WELL, F YOU TEXAS, YOU F'ING LONESTAR STATE. F THAT F'IN ALAMO~" GRRRRRAAWH. LORTALFE, YOU BETTER NOT F THIS UP "Uh, yeah, just wanted to say that you're a hambone, your granny's hot, and Fluttershy is best pony. GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRAAAAAAAAAAAAWH. I'VE HAD IT. *beer can crash* BRRRRRRRRAGWHHHHHHHHW. GOD**** BRONIES. FRUITBOWLS. THAT'S IT, I'M ENDING THIS BROADCAST RIGHT NOW. GGRARRAAARAHARAHARBAAHR. I'M SICK OF THIS. *crash* *hyperventilation* GOODBYE, ALL OF YOU JERKS! I'M DONE. Bobola, you're on.