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Babby's first flutterrape - needs editing

By: Atland on Aug 24th, 2013  |  syntax: None  |  size: 1.96 KB  |  hits: 28  |  expires: Never
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  1. >Day 107 in Equestria
  2. >With a yawn and lips smacking, you get up from bed
  3. >The walk over to the bathroom was dangerous,  filled with exploding landmines and man-eating crocolligators
  4. >Oh wait, it wasn't
  5. >Directed by M. Night Shyamalan
  6. >Staring into the mirror, you pondering life and your insignificance in the world
  7. >Jk you ain't no philosopher
  8. >Take a bath, comb your beard, and piss
  9. >Then put on your hipster glasses
  10. >Go down the stairs, and grab a box of Button-O's, now with 40% more milf!
  11. >They misspelt milk, how stupid can these ponies get
  12. >The 'K' isn't even near the 'F'!
  13. >Whatever
  14. >Munch on the grammatically incorrect cereal
  15. >Glance over the clock on the wall
  16. >4
  17. >Take a closer look
  18. >4:45
  19. >Oh fuck!
  20. >Grabbing your jar, you run out the door, leaving everything behind
  21. >That cereal may be the best thing in existence, but there ain't no way you be skipping your ritual
  22. >Feeling the cool, crisp morning air rush around your skin, you arrive at your destination
  23. >Knock on the door as fast as possible, wood creaking as it struggles to not break apart
  24. >Waiting patiently, you inspect the yellow jar in your hands
  25. >Yep, it's piss
  26. >The door opens, and a yellow pony steps out
  27. >"A-anon? It's 5 in the mo--"
  28. "This time, this time I'll get it! I'll do it!"
  29. >"Anon, please!"
  30. >Emptying its contents all over your body, you give her the biggest grin you can muster
  31. "So, got anything to say? Tell me I did it"
  32. >"Anon. I'm sorry but no."
  33. >The pony closes the door slowly, as if trying not to slam it on your face, but as fast as to not let the smell enter the house
  34. >Letting out a resigning sigh, you turn around and head home
  35. >Sitting down at the dining table with your diary open, you begin to write
  36. Day 107
  37. Today I really thought I had gotten it. I've got to admit, the previous attempts were dumb compared to this one. Why didn't I think of this earlier? Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be different.
  38. [spoiler] Maybe tomorrow I'll finally guess Fluttershy's fetish [/spoiler]
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