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- >day does anybody even care about what fuckin day it is anymore?
- >you are Anon, well of course you are, god damn
- >and you are beginning to suspect foul play
- >what kind of foul play you ask? Or are you asking me? Fuck you keep reading
- >where was I... you mean where were you
- >anyway you suspect you've been getting raped by Pinkie lately
- >how do you know this? Again with the questions!?
- >lately you've noticed peculiar habits of the party pone in just about every one of your casual meetings
- >whether it be exchanging greetings on the street or stopping by Sugarcube Corner it's always the same
- >it always starts with a look
- >a look not unlike the one Fluttershy used to give you before she tried and ultimately failed to get you to love her
- >about her... yeah she's still in the hospital after an attempt on your no-pony-zone in public
- >neat
- >getting sidetracked again aren't you?
- >anyway the look wasn't all, other strange things would occur as well
- >things like the aforementioned salami being covered in explicable juices almost out of the blue
- >one moment you're perfectly fine and the next you're sporting a wet patch on your pants
- >you'd mention the boner too, but you don't want to be considered a horsefucker just yet
- >you're off to ask the pink menace to finally get some answers
- >actually you aren't going anywhere, BECAUSE SHE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU HOLY SHIT!
- >"Hiya Nonny! Nice day huh? Ooooh, well that was fun! I gotta run now, parties don't plan themselves."
- >with that she speeds off back into town
- >guess what? Your pants are gone!
- >now do you understand what you mean? You know what you wrote, deal with it
- >you are Anon, and you suspect foul play because you might be
- >Fucking Pinkie
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