I’ve been looking on my manedroid, maybe somepony can help me.

I heard Rarity singing some song yesterday and it’s stuck in my head. It went something like:

“At home at the opera, on a fancy yacht.

Becoming the talk, the talk of all of Canterlot.

I’m the crème de la crème, not just another Jane Doe, yeah!”

Can anypony help? This thing is an earwig and it won’t leave me alone!

If you’re earnest, you still did a pretty poor job of not sounding like a troll.

If you want to remove all intimacy, it’s like being hugged with a plush blanket between you and the hugger. But it means more than that to me.

I haven’t heard anything from the CDC about a sudden outbreak of stupid, so there’s no excuse for these idiotic questions I’ve been getting lately.

Go brain until you have the smart.

That’s not up to me. That’s up to Sweetie Belle.

Boscov can hug Sweetie Belle. He did as soon as we arrived.

Okay!

I thought he was asking about tomorrow night

I could do that too!

Anonymous (example@yahoo.com) submitted:

I found this for you :D

This was kinda hard to read without the measure bars. And I don’t know how to tell you this, but after trying to play it… It’s just wrong.

I noticed something was off, so I listened to the actual piece. The notes seem to be in the right place, but their duration is just wrong. Plus, it lacks the introduction.

I’m still in favor of doing this piece, but I can’t do it with this sheet.

Sorry.

Certainly!

…

Actually we’ve already ate. We could just come over, though!

Yes, I’ve had intercourse with Boscov. I don’t really feel like answering that second part.

Most of the time it wasn’t really my decision. It was just part of an agreement that would also involve stealing, all so I wouldn’t be killed or sold into slavery.

Or worse.

I don’t! I’ve been meaning to ask you all week if you wanted to do something.

Sorry I’ve been spending so much time playing that video game.

Kind of.

I don’t know you, and I don’t just let anypony into my house because they asked nicely.

Sorry.

Took something for my ankle. I feel alright. Might take a nap. Sweetie already is and I just woke up Bon-Bon so she can get ready for that Garden Party.

Seems like a lazy afternoon.

Dramatic reverb.

Noted, but not necessary.

Thanks, though!

It’s not bad. Shouldn’t stop me from working next week.

Ugh. That’s annoying to say the least. And yeah, you should rest. And give a doc a visit ASAP.

Thanks for the well wishes.

Bon-Bon and I made a compromise. She’d go to the Canterlot Garden Party tonight in my place, and in exchange she’d let me vacuum the house.

Wish her well if you wind up at the party!

I’m not going to the hospital over a twisted ankle, though.