Today was a [adjective] day

Day 2468 in Equestria. Knock on door. It's Fluttershy.

"Anon, I just found out that wanting to rape you is a medical disorder. I'd get corrective surgery, but I can't afford it. Can I borrow twenty-seven thousands bits?"

"Pssh, no. But don't worry, I can perform the procedure myself!"

"Really? Oh, that would be wonderful."

Five minutes later, she's tied to a chair in your kitchen.

"So are you sure you can do this?"

"Of course!"

"How does it work?"

"Normally, something like this would require precise cuts to a specific part of your brain, but I know something just as good: grievous blunt force trauma! So I grabbed this paving stone from my garden."

"Will... will it hurt?"

"Oh no, the anesthetic and procedure are simultaneous."

"Will it take long? I have to feed the animals."

"Oh don't worry, it shouldn't take long. The success rate is very low."

You smack her across the back of the head with the stone. She doesn't move. You drag her back to her cottage and chuck her through a window.

Today was a good day.