In Pinkie Pie's mind, there is nothing but random sludge and drivel, such as: How many times do you have to read life's chapters of divination and NASCAR to fap to Eddie Van Halen? It takes roughly three cups of sugar to jack Pinkie up on Brokeback Mount Doom and cheezits, and maybe just a hint of Applejacks to make a good pie of Pinkie's panties. If you understood any of that, you are now officially permitted to break the fourth wall, Jack Daniel's nuts, and my sanity.

Follow random ponies on their pointless and inane misadventures through the wonderful world of Celestia's vagina as she endeavors to heal the rift in her hymen. Attempt to comprehend the inner workings of the mad mind that is Princess Luna's pet stool. And most of all, try not to die while reading this.