...i will make a new leader of this...now....FIGHT FOR IT!!...i will diced who wins...may the best troll win

282582 ?

No u

282583 I SAID FIGHT...or do you want me to take that chocolate milk of yours?

282588 the only choclate milk that'll be raining on you is my diarrhea!

282589 ...then i'll throw you in with the two girls one cup crew...and they will feed you

then ill just watch and sit back eating popcorn enjoying the moment the best way is to let the chaos happen on its own then strike

282591I eat that shit for breakfast!

282593 don't you mean...Poopcorn?

282593>>282599 keep that up and i might pick you...that is once you bow down to me and do as i say

hmm should i yep IT IS TRADITION TO USE THIS MUCH SHIT WHEN MIND FUCKING THOU SUBJECTS DOSE THIS NOT PLEASE THY THY ROYAL ASS TROLL DOSE NOT CARE FOR THOU INSULTS THEY ARE USELESS TO THOU ROYAL EARS

282601>>282602


Good day.

U know, I like secret messages. My life seemingly revolves around them. A letter here, a switch there, it can be lots of fun! Did you know that there is one in this message?

From a distance, you'll shit brix.

Don't lie. I know ya did.

Congratulations. 82% of you smiled, 76 % of you laughed, and 69% of you managed to find something dirty. Bye-bye for now!

282820

>two fluffy ponies playing together
>they’re rolling a rubber ball back and forth and giggling
>they seem to speak only in giggles
>nudge your friend
>”dude check this out”
>you pick up both fluffy ponies by the backs of their necks
>they hang in your hands, excitedly waiting to see what surprise you have for them
>you move them closer and closer together
>nothing happens
>they’re a foot or so apart
>hold them there
>their legs start making sweeping motions for each other
>their legs are frantically trying to grasp one another
>put then in touching distance
>they automatically wrap together in an adorable hug
>you put them down
>they start cuddling
>each fluffy pony has a look of absolute horror on her face
>their bodies are doing this completely on their own and they dont know why
>one pony is red
>one is blue
>they morph together into a larger purple fluffy pony
>Both ponies die to give life to a new pony with a new personality
>As they begin to merge, the blue pony is sobbing hysterically, and the red pony just stares at you with huge, sad eyes, still locked into the hug of death, and mouths, “Remembwah me pwease…” before being sucked into the singularity.

Or:

>fluffy pony has survived, unscathed for a full year
>she’s been getting rather melancholy, but you’re sure a nice present will cheer her up
>ask fluffy pony what she wants for her birthday
>fluffy pony is confused - she doesn’t understand what a “birthday” is
>after trying to explain for a while, give up and say it’s a day when you give her something she wants
>”Waddevoo’ I wan’?”
>You nod and ask what fluffy pony wants more than anything in the world
>”Wan’ die,”
>long silence
>ask fluffy pony what she just said - you’re not sure if you heard that right
>she blinks up at you, confused - she’s forgotten what she said
>”Pway?”

Or:

>go check on Fluffy Twilight
>ask her what she’s doing
>”I study for big test-exam!” she exclaims
>you look at what she’s “studying”
>there is a copy of national geographic and a dictionary in front of her
>both are upside down
>the open pages have crayon doodles all over them
>you tousle the fluff on her head and tell her to keep it up
>she says she’s gonna be the smartest unicorn ever
>you smile and leave, silently hating yourself for encouraging dreams that can only end in crushing disappointment for a fluffy pony

Good day.