Hit 'im wit the dougie.

She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.

Geeky teenage Brony who needs something to do in my downtime while I'm waiting for the Hoenn Remakes

My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"

I don't want to give out information here... Because obviously you're all going to use it against me. It's alright, I live in a cardboard box and I move it around a lot, so you'll never be able to.

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

I'm just some guy that occasionally finds himself with a bit too much free time. What you see here is the result.