John's Smokefilled life

I awoke with a headache. Probably too much weed.
"Where da fuck am i?" I asked nobody.
Suddenly, A purple pony appeared out of nowhere.
I rubbed my eyes, Yep. Too much weed.
"What the fuck is this shit?"
The purple pony was startled by my outburst.
"What are you?" The purple pony asked.
"A human you dumbshit."
Her sharp spike looking thing glowed and a book flew infront of her face.
"Ah- You are a human. Two legged creatures!"
"NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" I punched her in the face.
The pony broke down and cried- "Why did you do that?" She asked through tears.
I pulled out my trusty cup and filled it with her tears.
*Shades* "Because i'm a badass."
The dragon looking creature ran into the corner and cried.
I walked over to 'it' and kicked 'it' with mah shoe.
I then kicked the door down.
And all the weird ponies looked at me.
"Aren't these Alex's toys?" I was beyond confused at this point. A world full of talking color-ful ponies are are toys in my world.
"Where's a blunt when a nigga needs one?" I said to myself.
Just then, A pink pony came over.
"Hey! I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?" The pony asked me.
"Why the fuck should i tell you? You overhyped candyass smelling whore." I flipped the pony off.
I then clenched my fist, And gave her a punch in the face.
She then fainted.
The other ponies were cowering away, I simply shrugged. "Pussies."
'Man... I need some weed.'
An hour of searching for weed later
I had stumbled upon a strange farm.
And boy, There was weed everywhere.
"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT! ITS A WEED FARM!" I jumped for joy.
I pulled out some of the weed and rolled it into a blunt. Smokin' time.
An orange pony came out of nowhere. Seriously, What's with these fucking things?
"'Scuse' me, You shouldn't be plucking those weeds up."
"Nigga, I do what i want." I lit the blunt, And smoked all day long.
Oh, I also punched the pony in the face.
Well, I was going to- But the pony bucked me like 9000 meters away. This weed is fuckin' up my vision.
"Dafuck nigga. Calm yo' ass." Oh god- That pony was strong as fucking hell, Please don't do that again!
The pony seemed enraged, Idunno why. "Nigga, Why you so mad? I took some fuckin' weed, Jesus. Ill give you some damn money for it. Just calm YO ASS DOWN!"
"Money?" The orange pony seemed confused.
"You gotta' be shittin' me..." I reached into my pocket and retrieved my wallet.
I pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the pony.
"What in tarnation is this?" The pony fiddled with the dollar, Obviously having no idea what it is.
"Wait- You fucks don't accept money?"
The pony shook her head.
"What do you take then?"
"Bits" The pony responded.
"BITS? WHAT IS THIS? FUCKING FINAL FANTASY?"
"Look, Pardner, I have no idea whatcher on bout', But yer gonna have ta pay fer tha-" I punched the pony in the face and ran away.
"SMOKE WEED ERRY'DAY!" I fell off a cliff.
And the last thing i remembered, Was 420.
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A/N: This story was written by two bad-asses that smoke weed.