Tree Hugger sells acid to various ponies. Chapter three is the best.

This is a story about Super Trampoline bugging Twilight and receiving sage advice from Pinkie Pie, and pondering his own mental state. It's not particularly good or interesting. I wrote it in about an hour, just to get through some writer's block.

Oh boy, there's a lot going on here. Cheese Sandwich, killer bees, prison escapes, explosions...

A collab with Mocha Star. Assume he wrote all the dumb parts.

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind, so dark and foul I can't disguise

Things just haven't been the same since the blast

Scootaloo is on fire. So is Luna. You try to stop a public execution.

Pinkie's quest to fix her plumbing leads her to discover an ancient cult bent on destroying the world

Written in about half-an-hour using the magic of voice-to-text technology

Applejack has a problem. A steaming hot garbage pile-shaped problem. Big Mac solves it with time travel.

I think this was inspired by a comment Anonpencil made somewhere but I honestly don't remember.

"Oh good. I inspired.... this."~Anonpencil

This story is a sequel to Rainbow Dash Pushes Tea

Rainbow Dash thinks she's a ukulele, Super Trampoline thinks at least three people will like this story despite how stupid it is (and he's probably right), Rarity thinks loud sipping will bring about the end times, and someone on the Charmin twitter team thinks corporate will let their puns pass, but that has nothing to do with this story.

However, guitar picks do have something to do with Bob Ross, as you will find out if you read this story.

The third entry in an increasingly stupid series, the second of which I didn't even finish yet.

Twilight's been meaning to ask.

Rated teen for alcohol and dick jokes.

I didn't originally mean for this to be my entry into Aragon and Friends' THE COMEDY (IS SERIOUS BUSINESS) CONTEST, but it worked out perfectly.

Content Warning: wildly waveringly written drunk dialogue. And a pun.
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