"Meh. A little, I guess. I like being lazy."
So. Yeah. Just emptied out my mail box. I had a lotta old stuff in there, and nopony can expect my attention span to last long enough to answer those letters.
What was I talking about again? Oh, yeah. Life’s been pretty sweet since the Equestria Games. Y’know, except for getting my magic sucked out by some sorta goat horse.
But, yeah, I’ve gotten a lotta endorsements. I’m pretty much, like, an E-List Celebrity. Maybe a D-List.
((Hey, guys. Just want to apologize for neglecting this blog. I’ve got, like, a hundred other blogs, though, and I’m really easily distracted. I hope to figure out a way to manage my blogs more efficiently in the future.))
"Aw, now that’s adorable," Flitter said, smiling.
"Pft, Thunderlane’s going to be pissed…" CC said.
What’re you talking about? I’m adorable as buck.
Rumble: Not as cool as Thunderlane’s, though.
Rumble: Y’know… Thunder? Rumble? It’s, like, theme naming.
Rumble: You must be the mare version of my brother. Your mane still looks cool.
Rumble: The internet is a cesspool of stupidity of which I want no part.
No. No. I don’t like stallions.
You don’t have to like guys to appreciate a nice dick.
I do, and I’m still good as ever.
I’ve never even seen that part of him!