Yeah? Well I don’t like being irritated, believe it or not.
And that means I’m not commenting on it. I get enough ponies asking things that are none of their business.
Yeah? Well I don’t like being irritated, believe it or not.
And that means I’m not commenting on it. I get enough ponies asking things that are none of their business.
Glad to hear it!
Limit five per costumer!
Nah. You’re kinda irritating to be honest. Your only interaction with me seems to involve trying to cheese me off.
No, mare, I have a boyfriend.
If you realize you’re drunk, maybe you should stop posting until you’re sober again.
Hello, Mint! My body is still getting over being sick. How are you? I heard you’re staying with Tricks and Twilight. Let me know if there’s anything I can do!
I live in Bon-Bon’s house, you tool.
Just remember, once you throw the first punch it comes self-defense for me.
I’m not going to beat up a little filly. What kind of example would I be setting for Sweetie Belle?
A rap battle? You need to stop watching so many awful faux-street dance-off movies.
Where I’m from, the only thing you throw-down is your opponent’s body before you stomp on ‘em.
That describes what I think of, too. Not that I’m always trying to think of you and Krastos together, though.
That’s one of the reasons why I prefer ponies thinking that.
I’m gonna retire, sport.
Say, young colt, wanna mow my lawn for a shiny bit of your very own? Why I remember when you could spent one bit on a full course dinner…