
| Anonymous #620002 8 months ago |
Here's the story,
Of a lovely mare, Who was bringing up three very lovely fillies. All of them had hair of gold, Like their mother, The youngest one in curls. Here's the story, Of a colt named Brady, Who was busy with three colts of his own. They were four colt, Living all together, but they were all alone. Till the one day when the lady met this fellow, and they knew they was much more than a hunch. That this group, Must somehow form a family. That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch, The Brady Bunch, the Brady Bunch That's the way we became the Brady Bunch. |
| Lancer #620617 8 months ago |
Twilight starts singing that whenever she's about to go berserk, so the rest all just try to hold her down and hope for the best. |