I smoke 5 packs a day now from just smoking a half. also ambian is getting to addictive to continue use.
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Anonymous2012-08-31 15:03
He opened his eyes.
The pastel clouds drifted by in a perfect blue sky. Off in the distance, he could see a swift, blue form. Could it be a pegasi? Off to the side, he heard the sound of quick hoofbeats approaching - a trot he knew well. He turned his head towards the sound, but found it difficult to focus. His eyes felt further apart than normal. He lifted his hand up in expectation.
Its brown fur ended in a hoof.
Delight filled his furry body. Could his dreams have really come true? The sound of trotting was louder, more rapid. Someone approached. He knew who it was before he even looked. The orange, apple-studded pony called out to him as she crested the hill.
"Howdy there strang-"
Her sentence was cut short as she vomited profusely onto the ground. As soon as her nausea had passed, she screamed in horror and ran, her hat falling to the ground. The sight of his putrid, corpulent form was too much for her. The colt cried out. "Wait Applejack! You're my waifu desu sugoi!" He moved his newfound, four-legged body to chase her, but he could only manage a slow walk as his fat dragged along the ground. His grotesque folds undulated as if moved by a unnatural breeze.
When he realized he would not catch up to the fleeing mare, he stopped his chase at her moment of disgust. He scraped up the vomit that had not soaked into the ground and stuffed it into one of his many folds, "I'll save you for the special time" he muttered. He was about to walk into town when
He awoke.
Cheetos stained his white muscle shirt. His pony thong was soiled. His room was illuminated by the half-drawn picture of Applejack and Rainbow Dash - "shipping" he called it.
He smiled and closed his eyes. Maybe another dream would come true.