Ranbloz burthdai Parti.

You awake to the sound of your alarm clock going off. Afterwords, proceeding to throw it across the basement of your home.

"Time to get ready for more god damn school", you say to yourself, still wondering what the hell you just dreamed about. Why was I dreaming about MY LITTLE PONY? And why was it so twisted? For the rest of the day, you were off. You weren't focused, Or nothing. Just wondering, "why was I dreaming about a 3 year old little girl show?". For the next few days, the events from your dreams kept getting into your mind. Awake, Asleep, whenever. To the point where you just had to look it up. You searched for hours. Days. Nights. Until you find a odd fanfiction.

It went by the name of "Ranbloz Burthdai Parti". It was EXACTLY like your dream. You start freaking out.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!", you scream.

Then you realize this fanfiction doesn't mean ANYTHING.

And there you have it folks. My story on how I became a Brony. Thank you for Listening.