Again with the weird dreams.

For starters I was ponified. And sent off to Equestria by my folks. I try out for some sports team and do well but don't get accepted. Then I ask why and it's because according to "my" application I'm dying of lymphatic cancer and this is just so I'm not depressed when I kick the bucket.

So I run outside and donkey-kick a decorative fountain.

It explodes into peanut butter.


Now, I have a sneaking suspicion this is at least partly blamable on an extended vertigo attack but still, what the flying fuck?

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