>Well, you had to wake up sooner or later...Might as well sooner and get some coffee goin-
>Your train of thought is interrupted. Your hoof steps on a part of your bed sheet that was on the floor. This action, combined with your hardwood floors, quickly makes you lose traction and fall over into a heap of pony and sheets.
>You groan and slowly pull yourself up shaking your head and rubbing it with a hoof.
>Once finished tending to your boo-boo, you head over to your living room, opening the door to your house to get the morning edition paper.
>Waddling to the kitchen, you set the paper down on the table and begin to brew your coffee.
>The love you have for coffee can only be rivaled by your love for [spoiler] huuuge cocks. [/spoiler]
>As it steeps and brews, you sit down and begin to read the paper.
>Looks like there's a slight shower planned an hour from now, a thunderstorm planned for early this evening, a sale over at Sweet Apple Acre's cart in the afternoon.... and an even smaller add for a better deal at the carrot stand.
>I guess the Apples must make way more than Carrot Top. I mean, the ad was nearly a full page!
>You get lost in your own thoughts about fairness which devolves to thinking about phallic shaped food when you smell something alluring.
>The coffee is done! You quickly get up, an excited look on your face as you pour your coffee.
>Carefully picking up the increasingly warming mug, you sit back down at the table and continue to read your paper.