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All things considered, this is arguably the most vanilla parade in which I've ever been the esteemed guest. Disappointing, shocked & repulsed.

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Welcome back.
All things considered, this is arguably the most vanilla parade in which I've ever been the esteemed guest. Disappointing, shocked & repulsed.
Whose dick do I gotta suck to get a Welcome Back parade thrown in the honor of my temporary check-in around here.
Hey, here's a big 10-4 to all of these new followers I haven't had the chance to check out yet. I'm up to my ass in work right now, but I'll be back once it's cleared up. Thanks.
Your submit box wasn't open, so I wrote it here.
Fluttershy's canonically a mean-spirited bitch, if I may. If you'd like video evidence I wouldn't mind diggin' that shit up.
I'd say in my personal opinion, she's the worst friend of the Mane Six , considering she negates all issues that aren't immediately fixated on her own self-diagnosed nerosis unimportant. Case in point - while Rarity learns the spotlight isn't the most important thing through the Best Young Flyer competition (S1E16), Fluttershy does nothing beyond hindering RD's confidence that she'll be able to perform the highly fabled Sonic Rainboom. You can argue that her lackluster cheering is attributed to her poor confidence and inability to raise her voice, however that theory can be hit the FUCK down in countless other episodes where she's seen having no difficulty yelling at somebody for even briefly grazing the rump of one of her beasty besties.
[SPOILER]: As the balloon holding the five other ponies breaks and they fall to their deaths, Fluttershy evidently "forgets" she's able to fly, putting herself and her earth-bound pony friends in danger. RD selflessly throws the competition to rescue them, subsequently impressing the Wonderbolts and single-handedly saving the fucking day.
Despite being shown as self-centered and careless toward her friends, RD does not push Fluttershy past her bounds of social anxiety. She's very gentle with her, or so I've noticed; she's characteristically outgoing but understands Fluttershy's obvious personality defects and manages her life accordingly to assure she fits in.
Fluttershy has experienced countless chances to learn how to "stand up for herself", yet continues to relearn them at least five separate times per season in history's most boring and repetitive arcs known to man and women alike. She retains nothing.
In Hurricane Fluttershy (S2E22) Rainbow Dash is given the ultimate chance to prove her worth by being hired to train all Pegasus Ponies in creating the mandatory hurricane to transfer rainwater for all of Equestria. Huge deal. Not only is it essential for their survival, but it's something typically encouraged and hyped among the Pegasus ponies.
Fluttershy proceeds to have embarrassing war flashbacks of being humiliated in flight school 'cuz she fucking sucks at flying. Of course we're supposed to feel empathetic toward her at this point - she's shy and slow. Most of her comrades laugh at her. Dash doesn't. She feels like shit, even though the duty was thrust upon her by the higher-ups and described as compulsory. RD doesn't get mad at FS for pretending to be sick. She's like, fuckin' cool with it. She decides to work twice as hard and hope nothing fucks the hell up.
[SPOILER]: Of course, in the end, the hurricane is successful due to Fluttershy's influence - her very meager influence - which pushes their speed just over the scale enough to qualify as a successful rainwater harvest. Fluttershy gets all of the fucking credit for showing the hell up. Rainbow "The Center Of Attention" Dash aids in celebrating her overcoming her stagefright even though Fluttershy was nearly successful at killing everyone in Equestria through a widespread drought.
So, no. I respect your opinion but I'm going to have to disagree with you on the subject of Rainbow Dash being a terrible friend. She adjusts her lifestyle to assist her friends whenever it's mandatory. I understand disliking a character is something we are all bound to experience, but I do declare there being concrete evidence to support Rainbow Dash's continuous respect of her friends.
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Welcome back, dude. 38D
Thanks bro. Took a lot of self-restraint to lay Excalibur down and try to humble business back to my daylight alter ego's bromidic lifestyle.
Sup with you lately, Peixes?
goodgirlgonestrider, karkatze, brotocols, tavslut, and djshota started following you.
It looks like quite the interesting crew here! With some rather colorful screen names. It’s unfortunate, but time is of the essence and it’s much past my bed time. Do feel free to respond! I’ll make sure to get back to it in the morning. Thank you all for the follows.
It's been about fifteen days. I hope desperately that you've gotten your rest, dude.
new followers.
solocorvicide - evening.
brotocols - i’ve heard a great deal about you.
I assure you all of the predisposed gossip is false unless explicitly stated in a jaunty showtune.
It pains me to have left a good number of you in the dark for about half a month. Missing two weeks on a formidable blogging website is the equivalent to waking up blunted 'n disoriented years after being reduced to a coma-specific vegetable. The future is horrible, by the way. My nurse wasn't even hot.
My tag is calling for me. I've neglected too many and countless buildings are on fire. Y'all are gonna have to sit the fuck down and wait another minute, though I presume the experience is mandated by now.
I’ll not utilize the vernacular of the bourgeois to sate your ignorance, Strider. Little feet was my intention, and little feet is where I’ll stand. Take off your unlikely-angled sunglasses for a moment and take in the sun. They’re feet. They’re little. Get over it.
There's a fuckin' mad-crazy difference. The hell are you trying to start here?
In all fairness to your ignorance I'd avoid frisking a good old-fashioned scrum between us. The English kid has incorrectly bragged about teaching me plenty.
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Seinfeld is a gods-bereaved classic, Dirk. You’ll forgive me for trying to expand your antediluvian tastes for once beyond small horses and little feet.
Little hooves*, Rose. Straighten your fucking back. The secondhand embarrassment is beginning to fluster me.
After making five shrines to our mutual affection, there's simply no more effective uses for your keratin, as well-shampooed and flaxen as it may be. You sent me Edible Arrangements that contained fruits with juice, Dirk. If you were as true a friend as you preach, you'd know I detest beyond all over things /drinking liquid/ whilst eating. And /excuse me/ if I should like for you to listen to my humorous voicemail jingle once or twice or ten times. Don't try and paint yourself a victim, Strider.
Your “humorous” voicemail jingle was a la Seinfeld’s George Costanza. You can only Believe it or Not! so many fucking times.
Why won't you talk to me anymore?
Dirk...We're drifting apart, like plastic bags caught in two separate thermals.
Good...
Is it something I've done?
Weeks, Lalonde. I gave you four weeks to respond to my repetitive voicemail messages and gifts of fancy.
I knew you were around, dog. On each attempt the phone would ring once and then skip straight to your automated messaging system. You knew it was me and purposely evaded our conversation.
It’s cool. Everyone needs a break. If you needed a sabbatical from our friendship, I dunno. Fucking let me know next time. You saddled me into feeling like some desperate douchebag.
Didn’t even bother responding to the edible arrangement gratuity. That was the point where I began asking myself, “is she purposely avoiding me? Was the last bagel assortment too much?”
“Did she not like the Bristol board scientific display of individual shreds of my hair, or was she put off at the descriptions of their symbolism written underneath?”
While, apparently, it was all the fucking above, Rose. I plucked myself for you. Don’t give me this last-minute empathy. You’ve torn me to shreds.
Im in if we do it film noir style. First person narrative and the whole shabang.
Duh. Wouldn't imagine it any other way, bro.