I'm a dude, he's a dude, she's a dude, we're all dudes; HEY!

Just an artist here, but sometimes I write about pony plots.

Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”

Quoth the raven: "CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW" (Patreon)

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