John's Smokefilled life

I wake up again in the purple ponys shitty house again. The bitch was reading about how to make weed without the weed.
"Weed without the weed? Nuuh. Ain't gonna work." I snatched the book and threw it into the fireplace.
The pony was about to say something, But held back.
I raised an eyebrow, "Wanna say somethin'? Say it then bitch."
She cowered and shook her head, "That's what i thought."
I did a little streching and lit another blunt, Erry'day son.
I glanced over to the pony, "Listen, If i'm rulin' this shitty place now, Then my rules will be put into effect. Which means you have to smoke weed too." I offered a blunt.
She didn't take it at first, But i put on another face that screamed 'Ill fuck ya up.'
"Alright... ill give it a try..." She put the blunt into her mouth, I lit it.
*Choke, Hack*
"Ya spit that out and ill whoop yo' ass." I threatened.
The pony nodded, After a second, She put on a 'watdo' Face.
*Sigh.* "Take it outa yo' mouth, And blow the smoke outa your mouth, Like this." I puffed the smoke out of my mouth.
She did as instructed, "Now put it back in and repeat."
Suddenly.
Snoop Dogg appeared again.
She coughed even more.
"Bitch, you cough one more time and ill smack yo' face into half." Snoop Dogg was pissed, He hates little crackers that can't take the weed.
I bowed down before the Snoop, I chanted "Smoke weed erry'day" Over and over again.
The pony looked at me weirdly.
"Fuck yo' ass nigga smoke dat shit." Snoop slapped the pony.
"Chill Snoop, The pony fag is my pet." I begged Snoop.
He nodded, "Aight man, Just keep the bitch inline."
"Yeah man."
Snoop teleported away.
I arose from my knees, These fucking floorboards are hard as shit.
The pony had spit the blunt out in a coughing fit, "Fuck yo' shit - bring me your dragon you whore."
The pony brought me the dragon.
"Aight man, Listen up. Yo' gonna smack da shit outa this bitch. Then yo' gonna make sure she smokes weed the whole day." I instructed the dragon, Who seemed scared as shit.
"I c..c..Can't! Twilight is my friend!" 'Twilight, Dafuq? What a faggot ass name.'
"Tut tut." I waved my finger, "Do it or ill light yo' house on fire."
The dragon slapped the fucking shit out of Twilight, "Holy fuck man, You can stop now. Nigga jeez!"
Twilight had a broken nose, And a black eye.
"Bitch, Leme heal yo' ass."
I got down on my knees and prayed to Snoop, Begging for the pony to be healed.
Snoop appeared as a ghostly figure, "420 Nigga, 420." Snoop disappeared, And Twilight was healed.
'Thank ya Snoop.'
"Now you can take more abuse you whore." I smacked the pony in the face, Kicked her in the gut, And wen't outside.
"Ah, Smells like weed." The residents seemed to be enjoying the weed, People were kicked back and relaxed. Why can't the whore be like that? Nope, Instead she's gotta whine like a bitch.
JUST THEN!
A dark pony with a blue mane flew down infront of my face.
I backed up, "Yo, Whatcha want bitch nigga? I'm busy runnin' this town."
"YOU HAVE KILLED MY SISTER! AND IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO PAY!"
"Bitch, you should be paying me money for protecting your faggy ass town." I grabbed a wooden bench and smacked her in the face with it.
Bitch nigga couldn't dodge for shit. So i continued to beat her to death.
Just then, Twilight came out, "Get the fuck back you bitch."
When i looked back down, She was already dead, "Nigga is weak."
I offered her to Snoop.
"Bitch i don't wan't a fuckin' pony."
He smacked the pony to 420 hell, "Faggot."
Snoop teleported away.
"Motherfuckers - Even weed smokers don't wan't em'."
I then continued along the path to that faggy ass farm with the orange faggot ass pony on it.
"Bitch gimmie a hundred of your apples you whore." I demanded.
"What now?" The pony turned around, "Oh, It's you again. Ya' still haven't paid me fer those weed's ya' plucked up."
I was surprised, "Bitch, Watcha say?"
"I said ya' still haven't paid me fer those weeds, And what in tarnation is a 'Bitch'?"
"Fuck you, Why are you not smoking weed like everyone else?" I clenched my hand into a fist.
"What is weed?" The pony asked.
I fainted from shock.

A/N: This chapter is full of grammar mistakes. Got a problem? Go fuck yo'self.
-420-
Was written by two guys named Weed, And Blunt.