Butts Butts BUTTS!

space is a waste

Surprise!

O.F.P.

With enough momentum, pigs fly just fine.

Student by day, practitioner of the custodial arts by night. (or janitor, you philistines...) Started writing after an idea popped into my head and refused to leave. Damn you infectious fandom!

"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 guy with crazy ideas and a little free time.

I have no idea what i'm doing.

A Brony of non-US origin (pause for gasps of horror),thus I spell things slightly differently. Well, not 'things', specifically, but words like surprise, colour and centre. You weird people.