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6/13/2025, 6:37:24 PM
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You subequine whorse. You literal zigger.
How dare you speak, you fragile oversized mosquito. How dare you open your big lipped, juice encrusted, strawberry smelling mouth?
You are pony trash, Strawberry Sunrise. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your personality and wings offer no hope to the world that pegasi can ever prosper. Buzz off to the Cloudsdale slum you came out of, you literal griffon.
I hope you decide to haul your grandfathers wagon to the orchard and vandalize some apple trees, as is in the pegasi's nature. It would still be the healthiest crop you ever touched. Give Red Delicious and Apple Fritter a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. The Strawberry clan's obsession with a few windswept acres in Ponyville is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution Cloudsdale has made to the medical field. The MUH SWEET APPLE ACRES sentiment in the average Strawberry Cloudsdalian is both an early warning sign of autism in foals, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your dainty yellow hooves off your keyboard, and never talk about the pony species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor.. No amount of leg exercises and shitberry plants watered every morning will make you an earth pony. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of Ponyvillian heritage.
You featherbrain.
You make "Unicornia" look like a beacon of civilisation.
You are the Griffonstone of Equestria.
Go fertilise the orchard with you and your families corpses, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, featherzigger, you have a job making fertiliser for fruits vastly superior to strawberries. Apples. Coincidentally, it would be the first time a pegasus "mare" provided for a family.
Die, cloudhumper. Nopony would miss you. Except for the yaks, who now would have no one to make them look good.
You subequine whorse. You literal zigger.
How dare you speak, you fragile oversized mosquito. How dare you open your big lipped, juice encrusted, strawberry smelling mouth?
You are pony trash, Strawberry Sunrise. Universally despised, derided and mocked. Your personality and wings offer no hope to the world that pegasi can ever prosper. Buzz off to the Cloudsdale slum you came out of, you literal griffon.
I hope you decide to haul your grandfathers wagon to the orchard and vandalize some apple trees, as is in the pegasi's nature. It would still be the healthiest crop you ever touched. Give Red Delicious and Apple Fritter a chance for some target practice, your sole use to the world. The Strawberry clan's obsession with a few windswept acres in Ponyville is hilarious but sad. Coincidentally its the only worthwhile contribution Cloudsdale has made to the medical field. The MUH SWEET APPLE ACRES sentiment in the average Strawberry Cloudsdalian is both an early warning sign of autism in foals, and early on set Alzheimer's in adults.
Take your dainty yellow hooves off your keyboard, and never talk about the pony species again, you mockery of our supposed shared ancestor.. No amount of leg exercises and shitberry plants watered every morning will make you an earth pony. It's about as delusional of an idea as your daydreams of Ponyvillian heritage.
You featherbrain.
You make "Unicornia" look like a beacon of civilisation.
You are the Griffonstone of Equestria.
Go fertilise the orchard with you and your families corpses, its the best you can hope for in life. For the first time in your life, featherzigger, you have a job making fertiliser for fruits vastly superior to strawberries. Apples. Coincidentally, it would be the first time a pegasus "mare" provided for a family.
Die, cloudhumper. Nopony would miss you. Except for the yaks, who now would have no one to make them look good.
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