Lyra has a twin sister that she doesn't like to talk about. Her name is Lyler and she's a bit... different. When Anon gets stuck catching Lyler's attention, he goes on a ride that even bleach can't remove.
Today is the day. At 6:30 PM PST, the six members of the Barcast will be getting together to sit, reminisce, drink, talk, and answer any final questions you may have. I know I'll cry. I'll definitely laugh though too. And yell. And swear. And then cry.
Well, I suppose that is a form of affection...
Somewhere. To somepony.
Personally, when it comes to epic failure at being a romantic poem I prefer this one:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Have sex with me
Lyler I just cleaned my mailbox!? *sigh* thanks... I guess?
Well I pooped on your card too.
Whoever poops it scoops it.
A poem for anyone to use this Valentine's Day for their beloved:
Roses are red,
and I'm short on cash.
So I wrote you a poem...
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