
The Wrong Kind of Crowd
This is the story of my life, and how I ended up with "The Wrong Kind of Crowd."
My name is Weed Eater, and I am an a drug addict. I wasn't really that bad of a colt, I wasn't really that bad of a stallion either, it's just that I never really hung around with the types of ponies others did, I hung out with the wrong kind of crowd.
DISCLAIMER: I live in Denver, Colorado.





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- "Psilocybin" 2016-09-25 21:18:29 UTC2725