Once ponies had babbies, the world blew up. After the world blew up, ponies survived and ruled. I am a pony. I am writing this because I want to warn you. I am from the future. Ponies are your worst enemy. Unless you get elephant poo, everybody will puke rainbows and glitter. That will fertilize the pony eggs. Once you get the poo, bring it to the Pony Warlord and he will make you a Director of Public SpaceTarts. Once you are the Director of Public SpaceTarts, go to the tidepool of unicorn thugs and receive the Pegasass putt-putt ball! Then you must GOLF (not putt) it into the face of a bae. Then and ONLY then will you have peace, love, and unicorn thug bros.
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Improv Stories
HumorCollab with JuniorDuckBanana! These are our improv stories. If you don't know what those are: I say a word, she says a word, and it turns into a story.
