For the next hour or so, I decided to just roll along with the party, and it ended with me covered with pizza boxes as I slept. It wasn't because I was drunk or anything, though. I don't drink. It was from the fact that Pinkie had somehow turned my entire apartment into a freakin' ball pit.
And so, I woke up to the smell of day-old pizza grease streaming down my face. I tossed the boxes aside in annoyance, and plodded through the trashed room towards the bathroom, ignoring the horribly splattered messes on all sides of the room. Geez, Pinkie, couldn't you have told them to at least not trash my apartment?
But I did!
Oh really? It doesn't seem like you did...
I told them not to, but THEY DIDN'T LISTEN!
Huh, how come that last part sounded oddly familiar?
I kicked aside a pyramid of empty soda cans, regretting the irritating clattering that followed immediately after. I yawned as I opened the door, hoping to find a (mostly) clean bathroom, save for maybe some cake splatters or something...
But instead, I found Pinkie. In the tub... with the most questionable pose I could possibly see a pony in.
"Draw me like one of your Prench mares, Anon..."
"NOPE!" I replied, running from the bathroom. Behind me, I heard Pinkie slip on a bit of cake mush as she tried to run after me. I don't know why, but...
My last thought before seeing the wall in front of me was, "Aw, shiiiiiii---"
NO SWEARS!