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!z48r7Qz3Ks 02/25/11(Fri)03:12 No.23789949>>23788401 Oh, and also MOTHERFUCKING PRICK PEIRCE.
Example:
On the eastern side of Ponyville rested a large, somewhat gaudy house, and at its door sat a cobalt flavored unicorn. Furrowing his brow, Peirce brings his hoof to the door to knock.
"Coming! I'm coming!" Called a frantic, but womanly voice from inside the boutique. Slowly, the door creaks open and the fashionista unicorn pokes her head from inside. Rarity stares at her visitor for a moment, and a faint smile appears on her lips. "Oh! You came! I am so sorry, do come in, dahling!"
A hoof decorated with a fuzzy pink slipper pushes the door the rest of the way open, and Peirce follows her inside. "Rubbish!" He exclaims. "No need to apologize! Now why exactly was it that a dame - er, lovely young lady like yourself needed my crime solving expertise?"
It was then that he noticed the package resting by the door. A large, wicker basked filled with assorted snacks and juices sat with a bold, decorated 'THANK YOU!' card.
Peirce swallows hard, from the basket, a few strings floated upwards. His eyes followed the strings slowly. At the top was the biggest, brightest bunch of balloons he had ever seen. Peirce's eye twitches slightly. |