King nigger lord of the watermelon, duke of the chicken realm, high almoner of the grape cool aid of the Nile, has no tolerance for white people.
Just an anonymous clop artist who's trying his hand at clopfic. Most of the clopfic stories around here are all build-up, and only a little sex. My focus is different. Not romance. Hardcore sex.
Story teller at heart. I like to examine the unusual. I spend too much time being 'reasonable'. I write to play, and hope others enjoy the results.
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."
I'm an old-school MLP fan, glad the new show is doing great.
I am cancer, and not the funny kind of cancer. I am the kind of cancer that makes your little sister ask you why won't daddy wake up.