Certainly!
…
Actually we’ve already ate. We could just come over, though!
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.
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.
I was helping Bon-Bon bring in some decorations for Hearth’s Warming and I twisted my ankle.
[omitted] A, I swear.
I’m alright.
That race I went to yesterday was a little weird, they were just handing out hats to anypony that wasn’t wearing one.
I’d never been to a ship launching, either.
It’s difficult to not be quite that judgmental.
Besides, there are both poor and middle class ponies that can be just as prickish.
Stuck-up whistle-blowers… They were just as hazardous as the vile creatures I had to work for.
Bless their little hearts. And I do mean little.
Have I mentioned that I don’t care for the rich?