No, but Strawberry, Mint, and some others like to type out actions so everypony else will know what’s going on in the real world.

I don’t do chain letters.

If you want to learn some stuff about me, check my sidebar for some of the tags listed. All kinds of stuff about me there.

I’m worried if I leave he’ll come to my house looking for me.

Yeah, I’ve heard of them. It’s techno. I’m not a fan of techno.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger and Around the World were alright.

I don’t know where it is! The last time I was there someone took me!

No. My lungs have been punctured and I’m dead.

Asterisks don’t equate to actions. This is a website on the ponynet, not real life.

But to be honest… I’m worried about my date with Boscov. We were supposed to leave at six thirty but I was late!

This isn’t a video game. Potions don’t possess magical properties.

Have you been sipping liquid rainbow or something?

Oh Cels! Sorry about that! I’m ready now!

I can’t think of any stories that wouldn’t take, like, an hour to write, or aren’t depressing in at least some capacity. I can think of one, but I wasn’t even involved when it supposedly got good.

There was this couple that was playing truth or dare with us once. They were kinda bending the rules and giving one another easy stuff to do, but everypony else was giving them really hard ones and they were doing them. They were both in the lead when out of the blue, the colt dares the filly to climb on top of a statue while Princess Celestia is marching down the street and present herself.

By the time the resulting poo-storm between the two subsided, double diamond dog dare. Filly is a pegasus, so she gets up to the top first. We saw what was coming and bolted, the coltfriend too! She won, but she got very, very arrested.

But, that isn’t even the story. The story is that the coltfriend wanted us to help break her out! After he ran off too?! But… That filly had a lot of guts.

We agreed, but there wasn’t a whole lot I could do. I couldn’t fly and I still wasn’t very good with magic, not that I am now. I drew them up some rough floor plans and left.

They got her out, but they never told me how. No idea what they were hiding, but I’d have loved to be a fly on the wall there.

krastosthegluemaker:

 Okay, this is the picture Sweetie Belle gave me:

 

Wait… Now I remember. She drew it for you, didn’t she?

Maybe.

But it takes quite a bit to tug on my heartstrings. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve.

…

Does that expression even make sense? I mean, only the most expensive dresses even have sleeves!

Sure. I declined working tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter when I go to bed.

krastosthegluemaker replied to your post: BRB; tearing house apart

Was the picture back from when you had a cast on your leg? If so, Sweetie gave me a copy of that picture too.

I’d appreciate that, Boscov.

I just… I don’t understand… I had the original in a specific place. Where could it have gone?

Still not sure if I want to go by that.

To each their own.

All parties consenting, of course.