When we were at war, Oh! We were at war, In the army corps, drowning in gore, Each man thought of his love back home Where she’s waiting by the door.

If yer a pony and ya know it, stomp yer hooves!

The police belong to the people; and the people belong to the police.

Crazy dude from Texas

Teenaged brony with Asperger Syndrome. French-Canadian, pantheist, science-fiction nerd, gamer, yeah, pretty much all you need to know.

Formerly Army strong, now civilian drunk. I'm a 30+ year old retired 19D (for those that don’t know that means I was US Army Cavalry scout) with a unhealthy love of TwiDash.

I used to write horses with swords. Or horses with guns. Pick your poison.

It's called a hustle, sweetheart.