Getting drunk, eating donuts, and doing homework in my bathtub. Life is cool.
Taking a shot for every fedora I see in a crowd shot of a Brony convention. It was nice knowing you.
HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP. YOU CANT JUST GO AROUND SAYING “post-9/11” AND “terrorism” IN A GODDAMN MOVIE ABOUT A BUNCH OF DUDES WHO LIKE MY LITTLE PONY