TNever-ending Dream
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A never-ending nightmare plagues Scootaloo's dreams, one of which she can't rid herself of no matter what she does. It isn't until she feels another presence in her dream that she realizes it doesn't have to continue, that she can
Scootaloo
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Happy Holidays many people of varying importance! · 7:37pm Dec 2nd, 2013

My one-shot of the week

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Video of the day!

Swiggity swooty... How long can you last? How much booty can you take?

Random Quote/Saying of the Day!

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What's going on in this thread?

So, I can see that I'm able to tag stories again in this blog. Yippee-diddily-dee, neighbor! But that point that everybody is, I'm sure, already aware of, I've not much to say.

Except...

Yes, that is Snake dressed as Santa. Gonna snap necks as he passes out presents.

I FRIGGITY FRAGGIN LOVE CHRISTMAS! It's the best time of the year, and not because of presents. Actually, I've not gotten a Christmas present in three years, which is fine by me. I'd much rather go and give something to the homeless (even if they do turn around and somehow use it to get booze) or help just overall make the holidays better for my friends. I'm that guy that you see dressed like an elf running down the street and throwing presents at children.

But in other news, I also have a story in the works (by that I mean I'm slamming my head against a wall trying to think of one) that will have to do with Christmas.

I'll tell you right now it isn't going to be as nice as the the short one I put out last year at the last minute. That one wasn't bad, but that was literally written in a time-span of thirty minutes to get it our before Christmas day.

That gif was unrelatable, but molesterish Ewoks are relevant to everything.

Also, ever have a day where Winnie the Pooh comes at you with a baseball bat?

Carl has. Carl still has nightmares. Carl is traumatized.

Okay, enough random gifs. I'm stalling because the next part is fabulously amazing. Well, for some anyways. In the spirit of things, plus to celebrate being on here for one year, (thought I'd have more followers, but oh well. I blame dinkleberg) since technically I got active here around Christmas time, I'm going to be using an actual picture of myself as my avatar. As soon as I get a camera that does quality pictures, that is. Don't want no grainy laptop shit, even if I could touch it up on Photoshop like the little photoshopper I am.

So there is that to look forward to if you're wondering what exactly I look like now. (I posted a picture a long while ago, but that was when I still had hair that went down to my shoulders like the little metal-head I was) Oh, and if anybody gets an ideas, you should know...

What ideas those are, I have no idea. But I ain't gonna deal with you trying to give me cookies or any of that shit. Ain't natural. I ain't no Sandy Claws.

Finally, this is so messed up, yet funny at the same time.

And I'll leave you with that. Good-day. No, seriously, there is nothing else to see.

Good, they're gone. Reginald, could you be a darling and fetch me my back-scratcher? I do say, my back is itching worse than a craving for some crumpets after a splendid serving of dear, that it is. I mean, what would I do if I didn't have my back-scratcher? Use my hands? How barbaric! The audacity of such a thought boggle the very mind! Someone as posh as myself, forced to use my hands for such a menial task? How dreadful!

Wait, you are are still here aren't you...