Speed demon anon

>be car lot Anonymous.
>Be selling cars to the pones
>they're really just cardboard boxes poorly painted to look like cars
>everywhere ponies walk around with their boxes saying 'vroom vroom'
>with your ingenious Sales tactics, you have become rich!
>rich enough to buy a specialty made pair of boxers from Rararara


 THE NEXT DAY

>news of your new boxers have spread like wild fire.
>ponies admire them
>you balls no longer get stuck to your thigh
>and they feel amazing
>you decide to jog home today from the car lot
>suddenly red and blue lights illuminate the darkened street.
"WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO"
"pull over!"
>coming to a halt from your jog, a couple of adorable ponice in a black and white cardboard box stop just behind you.
>they both barely fit in the box.
>your heart is hurting

"Do you know how fast you were going, sir?"
>"what are you talking about?"
"This is a 15 zone! You were going 40 over the limit!"
>is this Pone srs?
>"but officer, I'm not even driving! I'm walking!"
"Lies! Every pony knows you're in boxers right now!"
"Come wit us, or else we will use force!"


>today was a bad day
>they made you get into the box with them
>but first they made you take off your new pair of very expensive boxers and leave them on the side of the road
>now they're sitting in the ponice impound lot
>and you're awkwardly shuffling in a very cramped ponice box towards prison

>just another day for speed demon anonymous.