The term ‘Brony’ has been coined to denote men between 18 and 30 who enjoy and partake in the fandom of Lauren Faust’s reboot of My Little Pony, titled My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. From the fact that this vernacular exists in the first place we can infer not only that Bronies…
Discord in the Season 2 opener convinced me to watch Star Trek TNG. (12/29/11)
((Same here. Completely. I am now a Data fanboy.))
((Childhood Reference Test))
((Reblog or respond if you remember this motherfucker and what game he’s from. I will then love you for having the same childhood as me.))
do you need instructions to know how to rock?
AnonymousDIS ONE’S CALLED: “I WANNA ROCK YOUR FLANK (TILL DA BREAKKA DAWN)!”
“transgenders - boys who wish they were girls”
ugh this whole thing thoughOk. I am confused.
Is this a good or a bad thing?
I’m not sure what I am supposed to do with this information.They’re all good things! The people who think these should be blocked are inhuman.
((Even the “Sexual Rights” thing? EDIT: NVM, Didn’t see TEEN girls, not all girls.))
Tonight a house is going to burn and there will be no survivors.
Fucking Hell.
You faggots are reminding me more and more of weeaboos and furries every day.
These are real people?
Speaking as one of the bronies in that photo:
((Well thanks for the warning i will NOT look forward to it. ;) ))
((It will make “Spiderses” look like Shakespeare.))
((*caughs* Didn't you mean "Suited for Sucess"? xD))
((Damn! I mispronounce/misstype that title every damn time, lol! Well, whatever. “Dressed for Success” will be the clopfiction version of that episode that I am writing as of now to cover my ass.))
You ever deal with something like Hand Banana?
AnonymousHand Banana? Youse mean… [looks left to right] Hoof Banana? Look, bud, please don’ mention dat dog-ballon-ting aroun’; me again unless ya wanna end up livin da rest of ya life out in Lunanites’s summa home for da past 1000 years, if ya know what I mean. Dark mem’ries, man.
I still can’t sit down properly, even months lata. I don’ even like sayin’ his name out loud; I’m afraid dat he’s like Candymane or sumtin: say his name tree times, and, well, goodbye unraped rectum.
