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- The Dubs Menace 02/03/14(Mon)00:00 UTC-5 No.16075250
- Replies: >>16075645
- Got a bit of writer's block. Gonna cure it with a shitfic.
- >You are 60’s Era Spiderman, hero of badly animated New York city (BANYC for short), and by God do you love some fucking ponies.
- “UNF!”
- >You sat at your computer, jerking it to a picture of Cheerilee’s flank as Straight Outta Compton played on repeat in the background.
- >Keeping switching to your left hand and rubbing your cock ever so slightly to keep it from going limp, you grabbed your mouse, opened a new tab, and went to /mlp/.
- >There was a YLYL thread, a generals, a couple misc threads, and…
- “I FUCKING LOVE STORIES!”
- >You clicked on the thread titled ‘Story Time!’ and began reading.
- “Oh wait… I can’t read. Lawl.”
- >But you’re 60’s Era Spiderman. You don’t give a fuck if you can’t read or not.
- >You were able to make out the words ‘option 1’ and ‘option 2’.
- >1’s are for plebs, 2’s get the bitches.
- >Suddenly, the ground shook violently, like you suddenly found yourself in Japan.
- >Your ordinary person would freak the fuck out, but not you.
- >You’re 60’s Era Spiderman, and you don’t give a single fuck.
- >”Are you the one known as Spiderman.”
- >You turn around and spot a fatass neckbeard standing behind you, holding a large burlap sack.
- “STEP OFF BITCH THIS IS MY SWAMP!”
- >You throw a right hook at the fedora tipping fuck, but trip and land right on your face.
- >You look up in time to see the neckbeard drop the sack on your face.
- >”Don’t let anyone else see what’s inside the bag, asshole.”
- >And with that, the neckbeard disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
- The Dubs Menace 02/03/14(Mon)00:17 UTC-5 No.16075645
- Replies: >>16075744 >>16075920
- >>16075250
- >You lay there for a very long time.
- >You didn’t know just how long, you were too busy not giving a fuck to keep track of time.
- >Eventually, you sat up and examined the burlap sack.
- “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Thanks Obama.”
- >You stood up and approached the sack. Putting your limited thinking abilities to use, you noticed the bag was held together by a rope tied together by a loose knot.
- >A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARS!
- >Faced by this impressive opponent, you flex your muscles in an attempt to intimidate the knot.
- >It wasn’t very effective. It’s a knot.
- >You charge the knot and punch it the fuck out.
- >It wasn’t very effective. It’s a fucking knot.
- >You trip over the bag after you fail to recover your footing after trying to punch the knot.
- >It was super effective. You’re a fucking moron.
- >You get back up and flash the knot a thumbs up.
- “You’re pretty good!”
- >It doesn’t do anything. It’s a knot.
- >Suddenly, the bag begins to rock back and forth.
- >There is something inside there struggling to get out.
- >You watch, mortified, as the knot comes undone and a pony with a dark purple coat and a light pink mane pokes her head out of the sack. She fights her way out of it and stands up, rubbing her head.
- >”Ow… what happened…?”
- >Holy shit, it’s fucking Cheerilee.
- >Thank you Based God.
- >She examines her surroundings in a daze, before her eyes fall upon you.
- “Lawl hi.”
- >She screamed in horror.
- The Dubs Menace 02/03/14(Mon)00:31 UTC-5 No.16075920
- Replies: >>16075962 >>16077646
- >>16075645
- >>16075744
- >”MONSTER!”
- >You recoiled in horror and screeched like a little girl.
- “JEHOVAH’S WITNESS!”
- >You dive under your desk and watch her suspiciously.
- >Cheerilee’s face morphed into one of confusion.
- >Her face looked much like yours when you were trying to take a massive shit.
- >”Um…”
- >She tentatively approached your desk and looked under it.
- >“Are you-”
- “No, I don’t want to hear the word of Jesus!”
- >”No, I mean.. wait, who’s Jesus?”
- “Lawl I dunno.”
- >You crawl out from under the desk and stand up, towering over the pony standing before you.
- “Wanna get high?”
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