Collective Foal

It's a Glengarry Bonnet.

You wake up, your skeleton is missing, and your doctor is never heard from again.

It's a normal Antlion that you can control with the Hackey-Sack (that's what I call Bug Bait) And I have no idea how I got it to work. I shot it through 2 zombies in the very first wooden structure of Ravenholm, it hit the wall, bounced back, decapitated me and kept flying around the room as I looked up from the dead body view.

Sweet, but WHO WOULD HE PLAY?!?! Certainly not Discord. Dat bitch be stonified.

PEEEEEEEEEELLLLLZ HERE!

I'm with Pinkie Pie. It's simply redundant, as the two terms "super" and "pony porn" are blatantly synonymous. I think I am understanding that you plan to destroy BTG with pony porn, though. Pray tell more...

You is from Southern Hemisphere? Where, if you don't mind? I was always under the impression you were American.

No fair! You have four hooves. I only have two! (I suck at DDR anyway...)

You're in Grand Central Station and find yourself suddenly in the middle of a flash mob.

Yes... I know your pain. So... many... times.

All I have for items on the desktop is the top left. 3 icons: Steam, Firefox, and Recycle Bin. I don't have much clutter.

Inappropriate meaning Jackass? Or inappropriate meaning porn? Because I might be getting ready to watch an inappropriate movie myself...

On that note, the theme song to "Butt Ugly Martians" just popped into my head today. That show was friggin' old.

Banned for trying to create a circular sentence paradox.

9/10 For finding that nice fine line between "Meh" boobs, and "Damn Fake Anime" boobs.

"I'm sorry Spike, but inter-special sex is forbidden in Equestria."

You're walking down the street when a midget pops out, dressed in a bunny suit, and robs you at gunpoint.

Just crafted my first hat ever. I am pleased with the results. Anybody wanna tell me the value (considering ABG has item values practically memorized )

9/10 My Queen

7/10 fer dat Suutherrn Axent!

You're fapping in the bathtub when your dog comes in and starts licking your genitals.

"Bloomberg, you are my best friend in the whole world" *cries self to sleep*

"It would be inadvisable for you to give me the nomenclature of one who studies the workings of the mind and universe yet does not possess adequate neural energy. You are simply a large chain of highly impure lipids which have taken on an unattractive hue and shape." "Yo mayne, I ain't gotcho moneh today, bud ah'll geddit toya bah Turzdey."

I am extremely odd. I'm like a flip-flop: Calm and collected one moment. I'll listen to whatever gripes and problems you have to offer and help you struggle through them. I'll be there for you, like any good friend should, to assure you that you are special and one-of-a-kind, a fantastic person who nobody can replace. I'll pick you up when you fall, cheer you up when you feel sad, and be right by your side to help you fight your demons back into their dark, demented lairs. The next moment, I show every symptom of being a Crack addict.

Well, BILL, as I refuse to call you that stream of Japanese propaganda bullshit , two years ago, my friend, Josh, gave me some of his $50 bag of Milk Chocolate covered Coffee Beans. They were orgasmic. I did it with Semi-sweet chocolate, but it's just not as good. But Nutella, my friend, Nutella with Coffee Beans was possibly the most amazing, energizing snack I've ever thrown down my gullet (god I love that word).