Uh…
And to the audience, even I’m not one hundred percent what I just censored…
So you were a smoker?
It sounds great! Never been a fan of second-hand smoke, and I always had a nagging in the back of my head about the health risks when somepony I knew smoked.
You were gone?
Sorry. Bought Deus Ex, Berry came to me with severe alcohol withdrawal, was kinda busy.
Not sure who that is.
If she feels smothered, back the hay off. Pretty simple, chief.
Part of love is trust. You can’t grow trust if you’re never apart.
Dazzling.
You need to use your internal voice. Not all thoughts are meant to be transmitted.
Not that this is the first time I’ve heard something like this.
Honestly, though? Sort of flattering, but one hundred percent creepy-as-all-hay that you actually took the time to let me know.
I recommend to you what I recommended in that link, if it bothers you. If it doesn’t… just don’t let me know in the future, okay?
I’ve only been in three failed romantic relationships, why do ponies come to me for this sort of thing?
I’ll do my best.
I don’t think that-
“Hank, you need a vegetable.”
“Alright, give me some'a that macaroni and cheese.”
Life is intense enough without.
The whole drug selling culture breeds horrible crime in the city. If somepony wants to smoke somethin’ out in the sticks grown for traditional ceremonies that’s none of my business.