"Ed, what happened to your stairs?" "My parents took them because I am grounded Eddy!"
"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."
A Midwest brony who enjoys writing about adorkable unicorns and alien invasions. Come join me for XCOM 2 livestreams!
...can I even call myself this if I quit smoking years ago?
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
A guy. A guy who writes stories. Stories about ponies. (And sometimes robots).
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
PhycoKrusk (fi'ko-krüs'k) n. that jerk whose user page you accidentally wandered into
Everytime you hit the like button on a story, Lumina smiles.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies
Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.
A man is driving home, thinking about beating his wife. Along the way, he passes a turtle. I am that turtle.
♪ Kingdom of ships around me and it looks like I'm the queen ♫
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A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.
I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.
A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is Relished By The Wisest Men.