I break rocks on my families rock farm, I'm not sure why I do but I always feel as I have to.
I remember having memories other than farming rocks, I just can't remember what they
Were.
This is my daily routine.
Like a neglected and dejected pup, I roam. Also known as Swimmingly "Herr Direktor" Choppingston.
Page generated in 0.08 seconds
Total duration
997 users online
116,681 hits today, 2,364,530 yesterday
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
Designed and coded by knighty & Xaquseg - © 2011-2024
Support us
SubStar
Chat!
Discord
Follow us
Twitter
MLP: Friendship is Magic® - © 2024 Hasbro Inc.®
Fimfiction is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Hasbro Inc.®
I don't even...
Psssh... Nothen personnel... Kid
4655764 pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh
I agree it's awful, I jaut felt like publishing something unrefined.
Also fag is fun to say.
I am a sucker for unrefined, plain thought presented as itself.
This was unrefined, plain thought. Ideas, feelings given form in words.
I get the feeling we've only scratched the surface with these two stories. The only part I wasn't a total fan of was the rock jokes.
5497372 really, darn that was like the best bit.