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"Cool. I guess I'll probably do that, then."
Nightshade looked the last two posts, realized that she hadn't misspoken, and came to the conclusion that Raven had misheard her. "No, my mane....
Nightshade nodded, and the two walked in silence for a few minutes. Eventually she decided to bring up something she'd been thinking about lately....
No, most Americans love Hershey. It's only the people who love chocolate and understand what it's supposed to taste like that hate Hershey....
Nightshade laughed. "The only thing you need to know is 'Don't miss.' Those are dragon-forged silver bolt tips. Punch through steel armor like...
Nightshade nodded. "About as clean as they come." After taking a moment to double check their gear, she headed down the game trail.
"We make it look at its own reflection. Cockatrices aren't immune to the petrification curse. When it realizes what's happening, it'll panic and...
"We still have to think about the missing ponies. If we kill the cockatrice before it releases them from the curse, they might not be found for...
She shook her head. "A cockatrice is an ambush predator. Much better at it than us. I'm hoping we can pick up its trail by the water, and track it...
Nightshade arched an eyebrow. "Sore subject?" she wondered, "Her parents, maybe?" She looked around, finally spotting a small game trail heading...
Try Russell Stover if you can get it. Hershey's shames America.
Don't think I've ever had Whittaker's. We make some really good chocolate here in the US, but unfortunately, we're best known for Hershey's. And...
Belgium is also known for waffles. And chocolate. Although, really, Switzerland makes better chocolate.
Yes, fries are fried. That is why they are called French fried potatoes.
Yeah, I get that it was an obvious parody of a typical con, but the BDSM themed love pillow may have been a bit much.
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Nightshade squinted at the tree above her, and spotted a drey high up in the branches. "Huh," she said, impressed. "So there is. You're pretty...
"It is, isn't it?" She glanced around, trying to figure out where to start. "Okay. Right now, your eyes and nose are better than mine. You smell...
DRunk Ridley is back, *squee!*es!!!!!!!!!!!
Bad Idea #6748 Microwave a Hot Pocket on Tuesday, then forget about it until you open the microwave on Saturday.
