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That's the idea.

Terrorists? They make a darn good apple pie!

I think so. I mean, if everypony is okay with how you're playing. Well, I'm quite alright with it. But, not everypony else may. . . um. . . be. . .

'G.' Major sat there, and watched with a small bit of amusement, as well as annoyance, as the stallion went about his shop. As he picked up the box with his damaged tuba, 'G.' Major critically watched him, and held his breath. He hadn't the slightest idea what the crash was upstairs, but he didn't want to take any chances. He somewhat trusted the stallion, but not completely. When he cracked those horrid jokes, however, he rolled his eyes, and shook his head. He had heard them many times before, and it slowly went from amusing, to clever, and now to just plain annoying. He acknowledged the stallion's statement with a small nod, and stood up. He walked over to the coffee pot, and picked it up. He poured himself some coffee into a cup, and placed the pot down. He smelled the coffee, blew on it to cool it down a bit, then picked it up, sat back down where he was before, and proceeded to drink the coffee (which he quite enjoyed). {L_OFFTOPIC} :Your puns made me facehoof. Moreso than the realistic representation Ponyville gives on life. I'm serious. JOHNMADDENJOHNMADDENJOHNMADDENJOHNMADDENJOHNMADDENJOHNMADDENJOHNMADDEN

(Habitat 67. Apartments)

The '69 Mach 1 Mustang

That might be ok, as long as they make their own holiday. Ooooh ooooh!!!!! and - and add a song about THAT FESTIVITY TOO!!!! *o* just like Imagine something like that, with a pony holiday, and the pony all dressed up and singing!! OMYGOSH!! You, sir, just made the time between the hour of ponies I watched at 8:00 and the time I play Portal 2 in ten minutes 20% Cooler with that video. I salute you for bringing a nostalgic tear to my eye.

Once is enough. Another outburst from everyone's favorite Intermittent Explosive Disorder pony would just make Equestria implode. Besides, seeing my waifu that upset upsets me.

'G.' Major had sat there for several minutes, waiting, when the stallion running the shop had shouted at him. He winced when he did, and shyly looked away, but turned back when he was informed it was a joke. He nodded in recognition of the stallion's instructions, and stood up. He walked to the counter to where the form and pencil was. He picked up the pencil, and began filling out said form slowly, stopping to think when he got to his residential information. He really lived in Hoofington, but he was in Ponyville to visit a friend. After a few seconds of thinking, he put down his Hoofington address, and noted his temporary location while in Ponyville. He put down the pencil, and went over to the empty box. He picked it up, and set it on the floor. Then, he carefully slipped off his damaged tuba, and attempted to get it into the box. Unfortunately, he couldn't. With the neck of the mouthpiece discombobulated, he couldn't get it in without having anything sticking out. After a minute of noisily - and comically - fighting with the instrument, he got it in. Suddenly, there was a loud crash! 'G.' Major jumped up, and hid between the counter and the box with his tuba in it - which didn't conceal him very well - due to fright. He peeked out from behind the box around the room, and slowly emerged from behind it. He stood up, put the form on top of his damaged tuba, and sat down next to it, as if to guard it from something (or somepony) from damaging it further. He shyly avoids making eye contact with anypony else in the room.

[tab=30]'G.' Major was having a bad day. He had been playing his pristine and shiny tuba, when he was startled by his shadow - he thought it was somepony else - and ultimately fell down the stairs. With his tuba. When he stood up after the tumble, he slipped out of the tuba, and looked at it. He was fine, but his tuba certainly was not! It had small dents here and there. He sighed in frustration, and that was when he saw it. The neck that held his mouthpiece - which was supposed to be facing in, towards him when he had it on him - had been bent, and was facing the other way! "Oh, G., he said to himself in his small voice, "look what you've done now!" And so, having read about a new repair shop in town, 'G.' Major slipped his tuba onto himself, and walked out the door. [tab=30]He didn't know much about the repair shop, just that it was new, and that they repaired stuff. He took a long route going through many back streets so as to avoid the crowds of ponies here and there, until he got to the market. The large crowd intimidated him as he scanned the shops, trying to find 'The Jingling Satchel Repair Shop' somewhere. He searched and searched, but for some reason, he couldn't find it! Then, however, he noticed he was, in fact, standing in the space between the repair shop and some other building that he didn't recognize. He trotted to the door, and stared at it for a moment, mustering the courage to go in. He did after a minute or so. Strangers had scared 'G.' Major, and this was no exception. [tab=30]He walked in, and saw a mare and stallion at a table, inspecting something. In an attempt to get the stallion's attention, he said, "Umm. . . e-excuse me. . ?. But it was no use. His voice was just too small, and hard to hear. So, in his frustration, he simply sat down on the floor, and patiently waited.

[ PONY ] 'G.' Major // Earth Pony // Male // Stallion // Profile // Availability: Unavailable // Threads // [sHOP] The Jingling Satchel Repair Shop [FULL] (Out Of The Loop)

It's quite alright, we're all human - well, I'm not. I'm a Brony - and we all make mistakes.

Welcome! Enjoy your stay! And remember, I'll be watching. . . Also, do you think we *really* got to the moon in '69? As much as I'd LOVE to think we did, I don't think we did what people thought we did, thus not doing what the thought we did thoughters thinking we did what we didn't, but I don't think we did.

I'm sorry, it's just that it's been 15 days since the application was accepted, and I still haven't been placed into the user group, so I can't post a log, so I can't RP. I've been trying to be extra super-duper patient, but I'm starting to have a nuclear meltdown.

Wasn't Twilight the "father" in that story.. Cute foal though but... buwaah? *Ahem* Well, let's just say Trixie was given a *book*, and Twilight used a gender-changing spell in that *book* to make it possible. Now, who feels violated? I know I do! I think I'll go take a chemical shower. In Chemicals that chemical showers are supposed to wash off. Then, I think I'll remove the remainder of my skin with steel wool, put it in the washing machine, put the skin back on, and listen to Fluttershy singing 'So Many Wonders' to counteract the intense pain. But truthfully, I think you should go read the fanfic. It's really good, and won't ruin the show like some fanfics will. Like Cupcakes. I'm sane enough to NOT read it.

Manspike. Hmm. Never noticed that. I think we need somepony making chocolate pudding at 4 in the morning because they lost control of their life. (Mr. Cake when Mrs. Cake is with foal?) *picture* Yeah, I found that in my downloads folder minutes after posting. But, still. Pudding.

Hmm. Never noticed that. I think we need somepony making chocolate pudding at 4 in the morning because they lost control of their life. (Mr. Cake when Mrs. Cake is with foal?)

After reading this, I have done extensive research, and after many years of experimenting and documenting, I have concluded that they do, indeed. come from cabbages. Now where's my Nobel Prize?

Oh, no it's. . . it's alright. With me, I mean. But it may not be with. . . with somepony else. . .

Dragons might have longer lifespans than ponies. Spike might even be OLDER than Rarity. Actually, that can't be the case. Spike hatched as Twilight's entrance exam to Celestia's school of magic (or whatever it was), so he's younger than Twilight who is younger than Rarity. As we can assume.

It came up to my waist. There was no way it was leaving with me unnoticed. Then find a way. I don't care how. FIND. A. WAY.

Rhode. Island. RHODE. ISLAND. God dammit! I live right on Long Island. Using Google Maps, I found I'm about 200 miles away. Life is cruel.

OMFG I WANT TO GO SOOOOOO BAD ASDF I love how she says 'Brony Base'. She also called them the 'Cutie Crusaders'. *Geeky know-it-all mode activated* Well, we, like, ALL know that, umm, they're called the 'Cute MARK Crusaders', 'cha. . . Also, some comments. . . 1. Where is the Con? 2. I'm glad someone asked about why in the flying **** Celestia is pink.