Rated 'M' for language that would make a sailor blush.

Challenge accepted.

Oh wow... Vulgar Coco is Vulgar.

This city is going to be in for a rude awakening when she finally snaps huh?

So we're finally about to see what happens when Justice4243 releases the limiter, huh? This should be fun!

It Actually Doesn’t Beat Having a Live Cat Swung at Your Face

Okay, we're off to a bizarre start with just the chapter title alone...

It’s made of plastic because your fucking boss is a grade ‘S’ turd muffin.

This place makes me wish I could vomit out of every orifice of our body simultaneously. You know it’d LOOK better after we did that, too!

Ugh, I've been places like that.

With a pen that was shaped like a wedge of toast.

The fuck did he even find this awkward as fuck, jive-ass pen?!

I'm having trouble picturing a pen shaped like toast.

He was wearing a purple neon and black checkered flannel shirt, gold-colored scarf, square horned rimmed glasses, and yellow galoshes.

Someone call the fashion police. My eyes have just been raped!

Who the fuck decides to dress in this bullshit?! Where did he even find all that fucking garbage?!

Probably IN the garbage.

Even with all the fucked up magic in the world, nothing ‘natural’ comes out looking like that unless it’s pure fucking evil!

“Next, we’ll check out the Trashcapades.”

The pony with the fake mutton-chops currently going on about some bizarre thing Coco didn’t really get…

What’s to get?! He likes horrible SHIT and he’s talking about horrible SHIT! He wears horrible SHIT and he’s a horseshoe’s throw away from just plain eating shit just so he can write a column about the horrible fucking experience.

So he's a society writer?

“A new bakery has opened up in which the owner swears literally that his own blood, sweat, tears, and other assorted body fluids have gone into each creation.

…Was named ‘Hipsterdouche’.

What a horrible fucking name!

Concurrence!

For the love of Celestia’s glowing twat

*SPITTAKE*

He’ll pop a boner so hard he’ll probably strain his dick and maybe poke one of our eyes out.

I doubt it's even big enough to manage that.

It’s been said that life in the big city was hard. Manehattan was often known as a pony eat pony town.

There’s an idea! You can eat the mother fucker.

Ewww, no! He'd taste like burnt ass and yeast infections!

Somehow Coco found herself working for someone that made her long for the days when she was Suri Polomare’s slave.

Ew! No! That stuck up twat waffle was just HORRIBLE!

At least she wasn't a walking eyesore. ...much...

Hipsterdouche’s bag was made out of tin-foil and duct tape because ‘cloth was too mainstream’. The tin-foil ripped constantly, and repairs were made with more tin foil and duct tape, which turned the bag into a bulbously bagtrocity that was a pain to carry.

Wow. Hipsterdouche isn't just a douche, he's a dipshit.

“Do you… do you need some money…?” she asked as she cocked her eyebrow.

Nice guess lady, but the homeless dress AND smell nicer than this asshole on four legs.

Bwahahahahaha!!

It looks like somepony had a bloody shit and decided to put it in a blender!

Ewwwwwwwww...

I bet it tastes like Mother Nature taking a dump in your mouth!

Bye-bye breakfast. I'll miss you.

Are you almost done savoring the delicious taste of the beet coffee a second time in there?

Kick his fucking teeth in, Coco.

I really hope sassy Coco gets out of the mental cage. Shenanigans will ensue!

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I'm having trouble picturing a pen shaped like toast.

It's real, believe it or not! echostains.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/sandwich-pen.jpg

Her boss isn't evil. He's just a hipster. Coco may want to get some therapy before she kills him.

5818546 The suck is strong with this one.

If this doesn't end in lesbian sex, you fucked up.

But seriously, loving this so far.

All I can say is that Coco's boss would love downtown Seattle.

A tall, thin earth pony stallion with a black coat, bright red mane and tail, and bright orange muttonchops that matches his eyes. He was wearing a purple neon and black checkered flannel shirt, gold-colored scarf, square horned rimmed glasses, and yellow galoshes.

By the sun and moon that's SO TACKY!

The pony with the fake mutton-chops currently going on about some bizarre thing Coco didn’t really get…
…Was named ‘Hipsterdouche’.

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If she killed him, no jury would convict her.
Rarity, save her!

His name was Hipsterdouche