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Stallions are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of Celestia's reign have allowed stallions to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a stallion. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk colt home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected wings. You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight. Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an earth pony is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably earth pony. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. (´・ω・)つ|・・| KNEADING DELICIOUS FLAT CROTCH It's okay to be confused about why their cute little filly butts make you feel funny. It's better if you just give in and quit the resistance act. I mean, you're right. Who in their sick mind would like the idea of cuddling with a little filly, cupping her soft yet firm undercarriage with your hands while you playfully kiss her face? What lowlife would enjoy watching her blush while you gently tease her budding slit, feeling her warm, soft, virgin folds welcome your fingers in with a squeezing hug as she leaks her youthful love juice over them? What kind of monster would take pleasure in whispering kind words into her ear as you continue to tease her throbbing clit, edging her closer and closer to her very first orgasm? What sort of disgusting fuck would love cleaning her off with a soft and silky towel afterwards, cuddling with her as you continue to whisper kind words and fall asleep in each other's embrace? That's just terrible! "You would not want to hurt anypony's feelings!" Yes I fucking would. One hour ban? Is that the best you could fucking do? Go fuck yourselves with a rusty cactus you dirty, stuck up, sadistic, shit-eating, cocksucking, butt-fucking, penis-smelling, crotch grabbing, ball licking, semen drinking, dog raping, Nazi loving, child touching, cow-humping, perverted, spineless, heartless, mindless, dickless, testicle-choking, urine-gargling, jerk-offing, horse-faced, sheep fondling, toilet kissing, self-centered, feces puking, dildo shoving, snot-spitting, crap gathering, big nosed, monkey slapping, bastard screwing, bean shedding (or possibly shifting), fart knocking. sack busting, splooge tasting, bear blowing, head swallowing, bitch snatching, hand-jobbing, donkey caressing, mucus spewing, anal plugging, hole grabbing, uncircumcised, sewer sipping, whore mongering, piss swimming, midget munching, douchebag, hole biting, carnivorous mail-order prostituting FAGGOT. Each and every one of you is a self-absorbedpony and I hate you all. Now never contact us again, you stuttering man-shit-eating sodden wank-rag thick child-molesting mentalist shit-spewing sperm-shitting homosexual CUSTARD CHUCKERS. Furthermore, you can all go fuck yourselves. Saged, reported, hidden, called the mods, emailed moot, emailed the admin, called the cops, called the state police, called the county sheriff, called your ISP, called the District Attorney, called Interpol, called the NYPD, called the State Attorney, called the LAPD, called Child Protective Services, called the FBI, called US Homeland Security, called the CIA, called the NSA, called the US Marshals, called the local courthouse, called your State Constable, called London Metropolitan Police, called the German Police, called the TSA, called the US President, called the attorney general, called the National Guard, called the US marines, called the US Navy, called the US Air Force, called the US army, called the Royal Navy, called the governor of every state, called the Federal Air Marshals, called every sheriff deputy, called the Coast Guard, called the US Customs and Border Protection, called the RCMP, called every park ranger, called the mayor of every city in France, called the British Army, called the Queen, called NATO, called the Russian Air Force, called the Federal flight deck officers, called the UN, called the Corrections Department for every state, called the Australian Federal Police, called SWAT, called the Supreme Court, called the Mexican Police, called the White House, called the DEA, called the inspector general, called the Secret Service, called CNN, called ABC, called the vice president, called the senators for every state, called congress, called the pope, called CHP, called the Department of Fish and Wildlife for every state, called the internet police, called the US Capitol Police, and called the Party Van. You subhuman faggot. You literal retard. How dare you speak, you swarthy, oily nerd. How dare you open your disgusting, rim encrusted, rotten fish smelling mouth. You are human trash. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your 'hobby' offers no hope to the world that your fandom can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the basement you came out of, you literal subhuman. I hope you decide to sail your grandfathers skip to the Falklands and rape some horses, as is in the bronys nature. It would still be the only pussy you ever had. Give Adam and Jimmy a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. Bronys obsession with a little girl's cartoon is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only thing your even mediocre at in your pitiful, worthless life. The childish sentiment in the average brony is both an early warning sign of autism in teenagers, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults. Take your cheeto dust covered fingers off of your keyboard, and never talk to the human species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor. No amount of education and rehabilitation will ever make you normal. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of ponies. You faggot. You make 9gag look like a beacon of civilization. Die, 'brony'. No one would miss you. Except for the furries, who now would have no one to make them look good. You are a parasite and a cancer to 4chan, as well as the internet in it's entirety. My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway What the fuck did you just fucking type about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at MIT, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids with Anonymous, and I have over 300 confirmed DDoSes. I am trained in online trolling and I’m the top hacker in the entire world. You are nothing to me but just another virus host. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on the Internet, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with typing that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we chat over IRC I am tracing your IP with my damn bare hands so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your computer. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hack into your files in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in hacking, but I have access to the entire arsenal of every piece of malware ever created and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the world wide web, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking fingers. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit code all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. I actually agree with OP 100% and let me tell you why. I am a cuckold, but I am also a human supremacist. I believe that humans have contributed more than any other species, space travel, anti—biotics the list goes on. But when it comes down to it, mares are just better at fucking. Theres no shame in admitting this. There is no shame in admitting that despite the infinite intellectual and moral superiority of the human race, technicolor pussy is just better at pleasing waifus. The reason waifus are turning from the cause and running to other mares is simply because they are not being sexually satisfied. Can you blame them? If you dont get enough to eat at home you're going to go out to eat. The only way to save the waifufags from eternal solitude is cuckolding. My pure waifu is my angel, the apple of my eye. And I want nothing but the best for her. So every friday she gets to have her fill of juicy mare pussy. And our relationship goes on like normal. We love each other, and plan on having a child soon. She also shares my red pilled beliefs. Monogamy is a tool of the jew. Just give it a chance once. Its exhilarating. Theres something deeply majestic about watching a strong mare going down on your beautiful horse waifu. Try it once. Holy shit. This, right here? This is autism. Not 4chan "lel autistic XDD" autism, no. This is legitimate, medical-grade autism. This is what mothers everywhere fear when they find out they're pregnant. This is what gets put up for adoption because parents "aren't ready for this type of responsibility". This is what Midwest American idiots think comes as a result of vaccination. This is what kills families. This is what kids think of when they hear "slow". This is fucking autism. You are so fucking retarded. I can't believe you bring this shit in here again and again and again. You listen here you underaged, shit-dicked little cum-guzzler: THIS. ISN'T. FUNNY. It's not cute or charming or something that gives people a smile, it's a waste of time, a waste of space, and an eyesore. You make me worry, really really worry about the state of my generation, where the hell is our world gonna go if it's run by shit-stained cuntminds like you that have NO originality and NO creative drive AT ALL? You contribute nothing at all to this board, nothing at all to your fellow peers. You are worse than a dumbass, my asinine little friend, you are a black hole of faggotry and stupidity. You suck in the people around you and corrupt them with your cancerous posts. Your very existence is robbing this world of all things good. Leave this place, sell your computer, and give the money to someone with brains who can wisely use it. I am legitimately mad right now. Listen, if you think liking MLP is a hindrance to my success with real women in the real fucking world, then you don't know dick about women. Women want a gentleman. And a gentleman has feelings. When you can empathize with an anthropomorphic pony, you're cultivating the kind of skills it takes to have a successful relationship. I'll have you know that I do not, in fact, piss into a piss bottle. I use a piss jug that is medically sterile and made for the elderly. It's more efficient. And that's just something you're gonna have to deal with. And as for the fedoras... Well, try telling Humphrey Bogart that a fedora is for a fuckboys. If Bogey were alive today, he's be Bogarting my vape and giggling at Pinkypie with me. You insecure men who haven't embraced NEOMASCULINITY are the real losers. Keep lifting heavy weights and putting them back down. I'm sure you'll have to beat the ladies off with a stick. They can see right through you. I talk with four or five girls regularly. I've got them all on the hook. And our relationships are based on MUTUAL FUCKING RESPECT. That's why we're waiting to get physical. That and I'm still working on getting a car. Gotta do some more surveys online for cash and I'll have my car and I'll be ready to take that next step. But you fucking assholes disgust me. I take issue with your crass stereotypes about bronies. Not all of us degrade the rich characters of the show and objectify them. That's a small but highly vocal subset of the fandom. Our fandom is a group of positive men who are genuinely enthusiastic about Equestria. Many of us are well-read and well-rounded. I am just as likely to be seen reading the works of Dawkins or Sam Harris as watching MLP on my laptop. … So no, I don't want to "fuck" as you so rudely put it. I want to have a sane conversation about the misconceptions you people have about a much-maligned fandom. And what I'd really like to do is remove this specious notion that we aren't "real men". We have created a subculture all our own. We make art, we share in a community, and we talk to more girls than you guys ever likely will. Why? We have something in common Equestria is a big tent, and all people are welcome under it. This place just seems like a den of hate. And frankly I'm losing my patience here. This isn't pasta, you cretin. Is that some kind of rib about the flying spaghetti monster? Ha fucking ha. So I'm an atheist. I don't share your bronze age delusion about mythical creatures. Oddly enough, I also don't share your infantile hatred of people who think and act differently. Liking Equestria is anathema to people like you because you believe there is so pre-ordained way "real men" ought to be, and it couldn't be further from the truth. What am I doing to harm you? I am partaking in a fandom that has given me countless hours of pleasure and spurred my imagination. And yet you persecute me like I've trampled into your life and done something to harm you. Bronies aren't just on the fringes. We're the sophisticated guy you see at the coffee shop, flipping through pages of Hitchens. We're the gentleman at the restaurant eating with a lady and talking existentialism. We're in many ways more evolved than you, and it wounds you I know. The difference between me and you, you brute, is that I don't literally believe Equestria exists. And while you mock my rational hobby, you go on believing in phony gods and ancient totems. I happen to think, though, that if MLP became a way of teaching the young... it would be preferable to something like Christianity. Which is more age-appropriate for a growing child: the threat of hellfire or the notion that friendship is magic? … But still you will deride me. You will mock how "stereotypical" I am. The ponytail, the vaping, the fedora. HURR DURR HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE ME. This is what people told greasers and punks in their day. But they carved out impactful niche cultures that reverberate to this day. The intellectual brony, peacefully enjoying his imagination, vaping away, will become every bit as enduring a cultural icon as the greasers of the 50s. And the fact that we have had such an impact bothers you, doesn't it? Why? Because innocence can change the world. Love can change the world. Friendship can change the world. And this world, marred by war and strife and irrationality, could stand to be a bit more like Equestria. I will not apologize for what the cloppers do to our beloved characters. What they do is truly evil, and it isn't indicative AT ALL of what your average brony likes about the fandom. Such abusers of the "brony" title are filth. For my part, I enjoy the imaginative world Equestria provides. When things get me down, I can escape into a fictional land where I can set things right, where my friends lift me up, where we have evolved beyond the point of base carnal desire. And that's the thing you DON'T FUCKING GET about Equestria. The reason you want to sexualize and pervert it so much is because it's harmless. It's innocent. It is truly unassailable. It is a wondrous world that contains none of the ugliness you've grown so accustomed to. … When the book of modernity is finally written, the scholars will tell tales of Equestria to the children. It's our new modern mythos. And instead of taking part in it, you're deriding it because you're married to outmoded notions of how "REAL MEN HURR DURR" should act. But it doesn't bother me. Your ancient, tribal opinions and your reactionary bristling at my innocence only increases my resolve to NOT END UP LIKE YOU. Picasso said that all children are artists. The artist has died inside you. But through entering a land of magic and friendship, I rekindle my childhood each and every day. And it feels really fucking good to be enlightened enough to do that. So MLP is no Star Wars or Iliad, huh? Well, I think millions of refined people disagree with your little assessment. Every groundbreaking work of literature, fiction, or art is met with a chorus of disapproval, so I'll just add you to the chorus of naysayers. You never gave MLP a chance and you never will. Wanna know why? You've hardened your heart against innocence. You've erected this image of yourself as a big, strong man who has lost touch with the child within. And who made you the arbiter of art anyway? I know bronies, I've met them at the cons, who have more artistic skill than anyone on this board. And they pour their hearts into their work, pour their hearts into the fandom. There are portraits of Rainbow Dash that could stand with the best modern art. But it's still niche, still underground, because a silent majority of bronies are still too scared to come out and share their passion because of people like you. Close-minded, bigoted, and probably religious, right? That's why I should stop coming here. False gods breed false ideals and they breed miserable people afraid to see others who are happy. I'm proud to call myself a Brony. I'll put my community up against any community you're a part of. We'll take the cake every time? Why? Because we base our fandom on LOVE. You wanna get in an intellectual pissing contest? I'm game. I've read Dawkins, read Harris, read Dennett. I've read them all. And I'm ready to defend my rational view with the fury of Sunset Shimmer. First of all, no. Telling a child about hellfire is child abuse, don't give a fuck what you say. There are more than enough Dawkins lectures on YouTube to enlighten you as to why if you're curious. And are you seriously telling me Disney holds a candle to MLP? Disney, completely immersed in oppressor dynamics and rehashed fairy tales? Get fucking real. Go and consume some actual art and maybe one day you'll see why you're wrong. … But it would take years to fully explain why MLP will endure and the others won't. Historical touchstones are simple. So is friendship. So are the cute, innocent characters that inhabit the realm I love. I will tell my children about Equestria, and they will tell theirs. It is so simple, so straightforward, that it won't be lost in the sands of time. And it will stay with me as I age. Even after I'm married, well into my old age, I'll be visiting Equestria. Does that make me a "faggot"? Probably to you. But those of us who love MLP know it's a "ground zero" you can always return to. A comforting home base. No matter what happens in life, there is a place that accepts EVERYONE. You won't win. Your little social rules won't win. Your attempts at shaming won't win. Your belittling won't win. We have already won because we're a more vibrant, creative fandom than anything you've constructed. One day you might give it a real chance and see how gravely you've erred. Not counting on it but maybe. And when you do, you'll see it for what it is: a profound reaction to the cynicism and depravity of our modern world. It is literally above your reproach. You subequine faggot. You literal retard. How dare you speak, you stupid horse. How dare you open your disgusting, rim encrusted, rotten hay smelling maw. You are pony trash. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your 'hobby' offers no hope to Equestria that your fandom can ever prosper. Crawl back in to the stable you came out of, you literal subequine. I hope you decide to sail your grandfathers skip to the Everfree Forest and rape some monkeys, as is in the humie nature. It would still be the only pussy you ever had. Give Celestia and Luna a chance for some magic target practice, your sole use to Equestria. Humies obsession with a filly's cartoon is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only thing your even mediocre at in your pitiful, worthless life. The foalish sentiment in the average humie is both an early warning sign of autism in foals, and early on set Alzneighmer's in grown up ponies. Take your cheeto dust covered hooves off of your keyboard, and never talk to the pony species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor. No amount of education and rehabilitation will ever make you normal. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of humans. You faggot. You make 9gag look like a beacon of civilization. Die, 'humie'. Nopony would miss you. Except for the diamond dogs, who now would have nopony to make them look good. You are a parasprite and a cancer to 4hoof, as well as the internet in it's entirety. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a like girl as you once again type "I don't want to cum inside Rainbow Dash, I want to cum on her feet" up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don’t even fill in the captcha. Maybe you’re such a disgusting NEET that you actually paid for a 4chan pass, so you just choose the picture. Oh, and we all know the picture. The “EQ Rainbow Dash presenting her feet to the viewer", isn’t it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it’s ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that’s right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fucking fuckup, she’s probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on 4chan posting about cumming on RD's feet. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a NEET. A pathetic footfag NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can’t even try to talk with you because all you say is “I don't want to cum inside Rainbow Dash. I want to cum on her feet.” You’ve become a parody of your own self. And that’s all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he’s done a million times now. And that’s all you’ll ever be. You are ugly, you are the ugliest princess pony I've ever seen in my life. That dark bleached out skin fur, you call a coat, that sorry ass excuse for a coat. Those skinny thighs, that thick neck, those uneven eyelashes, that giant eye pear shape which shows off your eye's sclera. And your fucking face! Holy shit It's like you got a horse dick instead of a face. What happened to your old blue attire? Did you bleach it out and it turned silver? Your hair? What the fuck happened to your hair, woman? Did you feed your amoeba too much and it grew? Get the fuck back in the >>>/trash/ where you belong and don't you come out till you look respectable, you asocial obnoxious cunt. Fucking christ a pony who doesn't know what fun is, fuck me sideways and call me a faggot this bitch can't into fun. What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little flosser? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in dental school, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on your mom's mouth, and I have over 300 confirmed root canals. I am trained in gorilla dental treatment and I'm the top cavity filler in the entire Equestrian Dental Corps. You are nothing to me but just another patient. I will eradicate your plaque the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of assistants and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare an appointment, maggot. The appointment that wipes out the germs in that pathetic little thing you call your mouth. You're fucking scheduled, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can extract your teeth in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in rouge tooth annihilation, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Equestrian Dental Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable teeth off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy cleansing your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have cleaned your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the appointment price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit mouthwash all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo. Gabe / BlackGryph0n #1 What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I could have graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Hasbro, and I have over 2 confirmed appearances on the show. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top singer in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Equestria, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of bronies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your OC. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my voice alone. Not only am I extensively trained in background singing, but I have access to the entire show staff backstage at BronyCon and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. Gabe / BlackGryph0n #2 What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I could have graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Hasbro, and I have over 2 confirmed appearances on the show. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top singer in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Equestria, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of bronies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your OC. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can shatter my hip in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my voice alone. Not only am I extensively trained in background singing, but I have access to the entire show staff backstage at BronyCon and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo. I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you’re referring to as an Alicorn, is in fact, a Winged Unicorn, or as I’ve recently taken to calling it, wings plus Unicorn. Alicorn is not a mythological species unto itself, but rather the correct Latin translation of a Unicorn's horn made useful by a fully trained Unicorn, through many years of intense training and mentoring as defined by Celestia's School of Gifted Unicorns. Many Unicorns use an Alicorn every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, Winged Unicorns are today often called “Alicorns”, and many people are not aware that it is basically the name for a Unicorn's horn. There really is an Alicorn, and Unicorns are using it, but it is just an appendage affixed upon a Unicorn's forehead. Alicorn is the horn: the appendage used by the Unicorn to conjure up spells. The horn is an essential part of a Unicorn, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a completely trained Unicorn. Winged Unicorns are normally used in combination with an Alicorn: the whole creature is basically a Unicorn with wings added, or wings plus Unicorn. All the so-called “Alicorns” are really just Winged Unicorns. I‘d just like to interject for a moment. What you‘re referring to as pony, is in fact, GNU/pony, or as I've recently taken to calling it, GNU plus pony. pony is not an operating system unto itself, but rather another free component of a fully functioning GNU system made useful by the GNU corelibs, shell utilities and vital system components comprising a full OS as defined by POSIX. Many computer users run a modified version of the GNU system every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of GNU which is widely used today is often called "pony", and many ofits users are not aware that it is basically the GNU system, developed by the GNU Project. There really is a pony, and these people are using it, but it is just a part of the system they use. pony is the kernel: the program in the system that allocates the machine‘s resources to the other programs that you run. The kernel is an essential part of an operating system, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a complete operating system. pony is normally used in combination with the GNU operating system: the whole system is basically GNU with pony added, or GNU/pony. All the so-called "pony" distributions are really distributions of GNU/pony. What the fuck did you just fucking say about Filly Funtasia, you little brony? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Funtasian Royal Magic Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Yellow-Eyed Monsters, and I have over 300 confirmed cupcakes. I am trained in crystal warfare and I’m the top fily in the entire Filly World. You are nothing to me but just another brony fanboy. I will wipe your thread the fuck out with butthurt the likes of which has never been seen before on /mlp/, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit about Filly Funtasia over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Funtasians across Funtasia Daily and your thread is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, brony. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your thread. You’re fucking mad, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can rek your thread in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my fily images. Not only am I extensively trained in filyposting, but I have access to the entire trailer collection of BRB Internacional and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable thread off the face of /mlp/, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fily all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, brony. I just want to fuck little fillies anon just imagine how tight and soft their baby skinned pussies are she'd look at you, wondering what you're doing on top of her, looking quizzically at your throbbing cock, asking you what's the name of the game you're going to play you'd kiss her on the forehead first and she'd giggle, then you'd kiss lower, and lower, on her lips just like adults do then you'd keep going down, she'd giggle again and tell you it tickles as you linger on her belly button for a moment then you'd go lower, and her nipples would get hard from your wet tongue lapping at them, and a moan would escape her small mouth for the first time in her life, she would moan for you you could smell her now, and you could see her heart shaped pearl part her lips every few seconds to wink at you but you'd kiss her thighs first, your hands roaming all the way up her neck again and again she'd just look at you in awe, she'd never felt this way before >"What's happening to me?" and you wouldn't respond with words, but by kissing her soft flower she'd jolt in surprise then your tongue would part her lips, and you'd lap at her pearl and you'd taste her she'd moan again and you'd see her extend her littles hooves as they curl in pleasure did you like that? You'd ask >"Yes, I think," and you'd tell her to get ready because that's just the beginning and you'd kiss and lap and kiss and suckle her hindhooves would close around your face as her front hooves would find their way to the top of your head, wordlessly telling you to stay exactly where I am wordlessly asking you to keep going to give her more less than a minute later, she'd start trembling, her high pitched mumbles hitching in her throat as you finish her off by focusing on her beautiful heart-shaped pearl and you'd keep on lapping every drop of love she'd give you she'd need a good two minutes to recover from that, and you'd give her the respite, switching target from her lower half to her chest Hello fellow consumer, have you consumed the Hasbro® product commonly known as My Little Pony©: Friendship is Magic™ today? Because you really should consume the Hasbro® product commonly known as My Little Pony©: Friendship is Magic™. The Hasbro® product commonly known as My Little Pony©: Friendship is Magic™ is very good so please consume the Hasbro® product commonly known as My Little Pony©: Friendship is Magic™ thanks. I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you're referring to as My Little Pony, is in fact, MLP/Vogel, or as I've recently taken to calling it, MLP plus Vogel. MLP is not a show unto itself, but rather another free component of a fully functioning Vogel show made useful by the genius writing utilities and vital show components comprising a full show as defined by Hasbro. Many hasdrones, bronies, horsefuckers watch a modified version of the Vogel show every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of Vogel which is widely watched today is often called "MLP", and many of its users are not aware that it is basically the Vogel show, developed by Hasbro. There really is a MLP, and these people are watching it, but it is just a part of the show they watch. MLP is the idea: the idea in the show that allocates the setting resources to the other world that you see. The idea is an essential part of an show, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a completely genius writer and director. MLP is normally used in combination with the Vogel director: the whole system is basically Vogel with MLP added, or MLP/Vogel. All the so-called "MLP" distributions are really distributions of MLP/Vogel. For more information please guide yourself on the history and development of MLP/Vogel. [YouTube] Mike Vogel - Equestria Now Interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r35lbl1uWRQ) [YouTube] Mike Vogel interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0G7rBicPB4) https://www.equestriadaily.com/2017/04/babscon-2017-interview-mike-vogel.html https://twitter.com/mktoon +Haber [YouTube] Nick Confalone - Equestria Now Interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20RMdjH5Gus) I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you're referring to as My Little Pony, is in fact, MLP/Jim, or as I've recently taken to calling it, MLP plus Jim. MLP is not a show unto itself, but rather another free component of a fully functioning Jim show made useful by the genius writing utilities and vital show components comprising a full show as defined by Hasbro. Many Bronies watch a modified version of the Jim show every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of Jim which is widely watched today is often called "MLP", and many of its users are not aware that it is basically the Jim show, developed by Hasbro. There really is a MLP, and these people are watching it, but it is just a part of the show they watch. MLP is the idea: the idea in the show that allocates the setting resources to the other world that you see. The idea is an essential part of an show, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a completely genius writer and director. MLP is normally used in combination with the Jim director: the whole system is basically Jim with MLP added, or GNU/Linux. All the so-called "MLP" distributions are really distributions of MLP/Jim. Whoah hold up what you refer to as MLP plus JIM is actually at its base MLP with Vogel. Jim is just the add-on plugin everyone affectionately calls Jimmy. In reality Michael Vogel's MLP is the definitive version of FIM 2.0 and has been so since season 2. Everyone started calling it in a general purpose MLP platform when in reality MLP is based on the FIM 1.0 infrastructure. MLP/Vogel never aimed to fix the bugs FIM 1.0 had, but instead rather build upon on the bugs and flaws of the earlier system and pretend they "fixed" it by inserting //comments "do not touch" and adding bigger trash collector bins which don't fix the bugs and exceptions. FIM 1.0.20.11 wasn't even the original blueprint for what the platform was meant to be. There was an earlier version all the way back which promised to fix the GNU. FIM 0.02.0.08 through 0.02endchan.xyz/pone/0.10 was the original alpha plan meant to fix the G3Win and G1/Mac problems by implementing a new hierarchy based on intelligently aligned algorithms for soft reboots, dynamic interaction between Mane1-6 entities and heavy plot-driven optimization in combination with character chemistry. This thread just proves that /mlp/ has gone to complete shit. It's not even funny anymore. It's just pathetic. Before I go, I would like to say something. Fuck this thread Fuck everybody who posted in this thread Fuck /mlp/ Fuck 4chan Fuck tripfags Fuck namefags Fuck everyone who complains about tripfags and namefags Fuck anonymous Fuck shitposters Fuck ironic shitposters Fuck Scruffy Fuck the Moderators Fuck moot Fuck retarded newfags Fuck elitist oldfags Fuck these shitty rules Fuck Bronies Fuck everyone who calls themselves a horsefucker/ponyfag and says they aren't bronies Fuck dashfags Fuck other-pony-fags Fuck all of your shitty, unfunny memes Fuck this fandom Fuck this shit show Fuck EqG Fuck Alicorn Twilight Fuck Molestia Fuck gamer Luna Fuck Crotchtitties Fuck fluffy ponies Fuck The gay shit Fuck Hasbro Fuck Lauren Faust Fuck Tara Strong Fuck everyone else in the staff Fuck all this love and tolerance bullshit Fuck the le epik rusemen XXDD Fuck Double Rainboom Fuck Do or Deer Fuck Snowdrop Fuck Ponychan Fuck MLPchan Fuck EqD Fuck Seth Fuck Mandopony Fuck every other brony musician Fuck the person reading this Fuck Carlos Fuck everyone that uses sage as a downvote Fuck everyone that uses greentext as le epik meme arrow Fuck the internet Fuck this gay earth And last but not least FUCK YOU OP FOR MAKING THIS SHIT THREAD inb4 >LOL butthurt inb4 >u mad bro? inb4 >ur a faget inb4 >Y-you too... inb4 >10/10 if oc, 7/10 if copypasta inb4 >underage b& detected inb4 >check em inb4 >check your privilege inb4 >see you tomorrow inb4 >guaranteedreplies inb4 >u wot m8 inb4 >this is b8 inb4 >edgyville inb4 >not even bishmut have this many edges inb4 >0/10 made me reply inb4 >sent ;) inb4 >damage control inb4 >dashfag inb4 >uh huh honey ;) inb4 >>>/ponychan/ inb4 >>>/reddonychandaily/ inb4 >open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur inb4 banned inb4 scruff'd/404 To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Pinkie Pie. Her humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer’s head. There’s also her optimistic outlook, which is deftly woven into her characterisation- her personal philosophy draws heavily from ‘Party 101’ literature, for instance. Her fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of her jokes, to realise that they’re not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Pinkie Pie truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the humour in Pinkie’s overjoyous catchphrase “Let’s Party!!!” which itself is a cryptic reference to Written Script’s epic ‘Those Who Party’. I’m smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Pinkie’s genius wit unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them. And yes, by the way, i DO have her cutie-mark as a tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. I think it was a temporary one so it washed off... Or I lost track of where they put it. But anyway, nothin personnel kid What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little Couillon? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the 3rd grade, and I’ve been involved in numerous boudin cook-offs in Mamou, and I have over 300 confirmed okra plants. I am trained in gator wrestling and I’m the top accordion player in the entire Acadiana region. You are nothing to me but just another catch. I will snag you the fuck out with yoyos the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, feet pue tan. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of weimaraners across the USA and your scent is being traced right now so you better prepare for the hunt, maggot. The hunt that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cook you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my paprika. Not only am I extensively trained in one armed fish fileting, but I have connections to the coon-ass horde of the Louisiana steppe and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable tchew off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what catholic retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re simmering in rice, you goddamn Couillon. I will shit tobasco all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking roux, kiddo. What the buck did you just bucking say about me, you little mud pony? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Pegasi SEALS (Super Equestrian Amorous Love Squad), and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Saddle Arabia, and I have over 300 confirmed hugs. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top hugger in the entire Equestrian hooved forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the buck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my bucking words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Interneigh? Think again, bucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the country and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your snuggle virginity. You’re bucking cuddled, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hug you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed cuddling, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Equestrian Snuggle Corps and I will use it to its full extent to cuddle your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your bucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will pour love all over you and you will drown in it. You’re bucking dead, kiddo To be fair you have to have a very high level of friendship to understand My Little Pony. The ponies are extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of friendship, most friendships will go over the typical viewers head. There’s also Twilight’s optimistic outlook, which is deftly woven into her characterization- her personal philosophy draws heavily from nepotistic literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the extrovert capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these morals, to realize that they’re not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike My Little Pony truly ARE jerks- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the humour in Twilight Sparkle’s friendly phrase “Because this is what friends do,” which itself is a cryptic reference to Katrina Kenison’s “A Mother's Memoir”. I’m smirking right now just imagining one of those angry jerks scratching their heads in confusion as Jayson Thiessen’s power of friendship unfolds itself on their television screens. What introverts.. how I pity them. joy And yes, by the way, i DO have a cutie mark. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re truly a brony beforehand. Nothin personnel kid. I used to masturbate onto pegasi at a local park. Not a thing that I'm particularly proud of but I became quite good at it. I was taking zinc supplements so I was shooting massive loads and it became something of a sport to me. For anyone interested here is your best strategy. first, you need to find an isolated spot so you don't become a sex offender. I found a short kind of channel area where I saw the pegasi would congregate. Next, you arouse yourself. I was usually content with envisioning the derpy eyed pony coming over and taking a shit on my chest and that was enough to fuel the fire but if you're not as sexually charged as me just take some porn on the go. After you're good an horny, you get some muffins. My pegasi preferred poppy seed but healthier ponies might have a taste for whole wheat or maybe even bran. Fat, unhealthy pegasi are slower and easier to hit so remember that. Once you are seated on the bench and ready to do the deed, whip your roosevelt out and scatter muffins out within a few feet of you. use your judgement based on how far you know you can cum. I was a lonely and depraved soul who could hit targets the size of a thimble at distances up to 4 feet. You wait for the pegasi to begin eating and to get comfortable with your presence. At this point, you want to whinny gently and talk sensually to them to gain their trust. Now you're finally ready to cum on your pony. This is a tough part because the rapid motion of masturbation is very frightening to the pegasi, so you have to be subtle. Once you master a technique, you simply wind it up and let it go, aiming depending on your past cumming experiences. I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you're referring to as MLP, is in fact, MLP:FIM, or as I've recently taken to calling it, MLP plus FIM. MLP is not a TV show unto itself, but rather another component of a fully functioning cash cow system made useful by the FIM branding, toys, appeal to bronies, and cuteness and porn comprising a full fandom as defined by Newgrounds. Many people run into a modified version of the MLP fandom every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the v version of FIM which is widely used today is often called "MLP", and many of its users are not aware that it is basically the FIM fandom, developed by the /co/lts and the /b/ros. There really is a MLP, and these people are encountering it, but it is just a part of the system they use. MLP is the franchise: the part of the company that allocates funding to the other products that they sell. The franchise is an essential part of a fandom, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a complete fandom. MLP is normally used in combination with the FIM branding: the whole system is basically MLP with FIM added, or MLP:FIM. All the so-called "MLP" fans are really fans of MLP:FIM. Saged, reported, hidden, called the royal guards, emailed luna, emailed cadance, called mayor mare, called princess twilight sparkle, called your low orbital friendship provider, called shining armor, called the wonderbolts, called the royal naval academy, emailed chancellor neighsay, poked glimglam, harassed trixie, called pinkie, called spitfire, called rainbow dash, emailed rarity, spooked fluttershy, spooked lily, frightened roseluck, phoned princess celestia, and primed the Party Cannon. Ι'd јust like tο interјect fοr a mοment. What yοu're referring tο as Pony, is in fact, Marshmallow/Horse, οr as Ι've recently taken tο calling it, Marshmallow plus Horse. Pony is nοt an animal untο itself, but rather anοther free cοmpοnent οf a fully functiοning Marshmallow system made useful by the Marshmallow cοrelibs, shell utilities and vital system cοmpοnents cοmprising a full animal as defined by EQD. Many animal users run a mοdified versiοn οf the Marshmallow system every day, withοut realizing it. Τhrοugh a peculiar turn οf events, the versiοn οf Marshmallow which is widely used tοday is οften called "Pony", and many οf its users are nοt aware that it is basically the Marshmallow system, develοped by the Marshmallow Ρrοјect. Τhere really is a Horse, and these peοple are using it, but it is јust a part οf the system they use. Horse is the >rape: the animal in the system that allοcates the animal's resοurces tο the οther animals that yοu run. Τhe >rape is an essential part οf an animal, but useless by itself; it can οnly functiοn in the cοntext οf a cοmplete animal. Horse is nοrmally used in cοmbinatiοn with the Marshmallow animal: the whοle system is basically Marshmallow with Horse added, οr Marshmallow/Horse. All the sο-called "Pony" distributiοns are really distributiοns οf Marshmallow/Horse. Was zum Teufel hast du grade über mich gesagt, du kleine Schlampe? Du solltest wissen, dass ich meine Ausbildung beim GSG9 als Jahrgangsbester abgeschlossen habe, in mehrere Kommandounternehmen gegen Al-Kaida involviert war und über 300 bestätigte Tötungen habe. Ich bin in Gorillakriegsführung ausgebildet und der beste Scharfschütze im deutschen Bundesheer. Du bist für mich nichts als ein weiteres Ziel. Ich werde dich mit einer nie zuvor gesehenen Präzision vom Antliz dieser Welt tilgen, merk dir meine verdammten Worte. Du denkst du könntest hier im Internet so eine Scheiße über mich erzählen und damit durchkommen? Denk lieber nochmal darüber nach, du Wichser. Während wir uns hier unterhalten, habe ich schon mein geheimes Netzwerk aus Spionen kontaktiert und deine IP-Adresse wird grade rückverfolgt, also mach dich besser auf den Sturm gefasst, du Made. Der Sturm, der das erbärmliche kleine Ding, das du als dein "Leben" bezeichnest, auslöschen wird. Du bist verdammt nochmal tot, Junge. Ich könnte jederzeit überall sein, und dich auf über siebenhundert verschiedene Arten töten, nur mit meinen bloßen Händen. Aber ich bin nicht nur im unbewaffneten Kampf ausgebildet, ich habe auch Zugriff auf das Waffenarsenal der Bundeswehr und ich werde es aufs Vollste ausschöpfen, um deinen elendigen Arsch von diesem Kontinent zu blasen, du kleiner Scheißkerl. Wenn du nur gewusst hättest, was für eine apokalyptische Rache dein kleiner "witziger" Kommentar provoziert hat, hättest du vermutlich dein verdammtes Maul gehalten. Aber nein, das hast du nicht hinbekommen, das wolltest du nicht, und jetzt wirst du dafür bezahlen, du verdammter Idiot. Du wirst in meinem Hass ertrinken. Du bist tot, Junge. Was ist das, was du da soeben zu mir sagtest, mein guter Freund?! Ich lasse dich wissen, dass ich in meiner Klasse für Konfliktlösungen als Bester abgeschlossen habe und in diversen freundlichen Diskussionen beteiligt war, wodurch ich über 300 bestätigte Freunde habe. Ich bin trainiert in höflichen Diskussionen und bin der Spitzenmediator in meiner gesamten Nachbarschaft! Du bist für mich mehr wert, als nur ein weiteres Ziel. Ich hoffe, wir werden eine Freundschaft führen können, wie es sie noch nie gab auf der Erde. Glaubst du nicht, dass du die Gefühle anderer verletzen könntest, wenn du sowas im Innennetz sagst? Denk mal drüber nach, Freund. Während wir gerade sprechen kontaktieren ich meine guten Freunde aus NRW, die mir dabei helfen deine Rechnungsadresse ausfindig zu machen, du bereitest dich also besser auf die Begrüßungskarten vor, Freund. Die Begrüßungskarten, die dir gegen deinen Hass helfen werden. Du solltest dich darauf freuen, Freund. Ich könnte jederzeit, überall, für dich da sein und könnte dich in über 700 Arten beruhigen, und das nur mit meinem Schach-Set. Ich bin nicht nur exzessiv in Konfliktlösung trainiert, sondern habe zudem auch Zugriff auf eine ganze Gruppe von Freunden und ich werde diese zu ihrem vollem Potenzial nutzen, um unsere neue Freundschaft zu beginnen. Falls du nur gewusst hättest, welche Höflichkeiten und Liebeleien dein Kommentar nach sich ziehen werden, dann hättest du vielleicht schon früher deine Hand rausgestreckt. Aber du könntest nicht, du hast nicht und nun werden wir diese neue Freundschaft schließen, du wundervolle und einzigartige Person. Ich werde dir Geschenke geben und du wirst eventuell Schwierigkeiten haben da überhaupt mitzukommen. Du lebst endlich, Freund. Before I begin my actual comment, I would like to apologize in advance for my inadequate level of English proficiency. I am not a native speaker of the world's current lingua franca which unfortunately leads to me making numerous embarrassing mistakes being made whenever I attempt to communicate using this language. Whenever I am reminded of how I lack the ability to convey my thoughts in an eloquent manner, I feel as though I have committed a cardinal sin, as though every English teacher in the world is simultaneously shaking their head and sighing due to how utterly disappointed they are at me. Although I know that saying sorry to those of you who are reading my comment will not change the fact that I fail miserably to write and speak perfect English, I am writing this as a way to deter a certain type of people who cannot stand poor English (Also known informally as Grammar Nazis) from mocking me by posting unwanted and unnecessary comments detailing my every blunder. In my humble opinion, making grammatical errors should be perfectly acceptable as native speakers should not expect non-native speakers to be able to communicate in their second or third languages eloquently. If you are able to completely understand what the other person wrote, is there really a problem with what they've written? No, because the entire concept of communication is the exchange of information between other intelligent beings, which means that no matter how the exchange of information is made, as long as the information is accurately shared there is not a fundamental issue with their ability to communicate. To see it in another way, remember that someone who isn't fluent in English is fluent in another language. When you think about it this way, isn't it impressive for someone to speak a second language in any capacity? Having empathy and respect are qualities that are sorely missing for far too many people these days, especially on the internet. That being said, I am aware that not all netizens who correct others are doing it to ridicule and shame. There are some who do so with the intent to help others improve and grow. However, displaying the failures of other people publicly will cause the person who is criticized to feel negative emotions such as shame and sadness due to the fact that their mistake has been made obvious which severely undermines the point they were trying to make in spite of their unfamiliarity with the English language. In most circumstances people are not looking for language help when they post anything online. Most people just want to enjoy themselves and have a good time on the internet which is why I would not encourage correcting other people regardless of your intentions. If you really do want to help others with their spelling or grammar, I would highly recommend you to help via messaging privately because not only will you not embarrass anyone, you can also go more in-depth with your explanation which I'm sure the other person will greatly appreciate if they want help, but I digress. I know that I've written a bit of an essay, but I hope I've made my points clear. Anyways, here is the comment I wanted to make: cock.