
Dance With The Discord
I sold my soul for a chance to get laid. Instead, I got half a bag of Doritos and a bunch of ponies to that think I'm the devil. Pretty sure I got the short end of the stick.
What more could an egomaniacal teenager ask for than awesome banging?
Very few things, but the point is that's not what I got. Instead, I got a bag of half eaten chips, thrown into an interdimensional garbage chute, and now an entire country of talking horses thinks that I'm the spawn of evil incarnate because I may or may not have kind of sort of maybe accidentally kidnapped a princess.
That bastard Discord is going to pay, one way or another!


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- Scratch My Back 2014-03-31 17:41:27 UTC3992