That could end up being a liability for you, > thread your fingers into his hair, grip soft but threatening to tug. if ever I should I decide I want to exploit that trait.

Don’t like my nickname? Sorry, didn’t mean to go off and make you uncomfortable by being a connoisseur of all things cock.

Howdy partner.

You better get to checking those lapels pretty soon too. Can’t complain, I mean, living the charmed life that I live. Being kick-ass 24/7 and all.

Will pouring five hour energy, Red Bull, and Monster shots into my coffee kill me?

Do you think a katana is an appropriate prop for a pegasus?

Neigh.

> you’re scaling the wall of a middle class suburban home in a rainbowdash jumper and, sadly, it still isn’t the weirdest thing that you’ve ever done. > you don’t underestimate John’s father, especially not on a night for tricks in name, but you think you have it under - >

The weed store.

I’m simply stating facts. The fact is that you look like a tool, moreso than usual somehow. I just want to know how you managed to accomplish that.

My cock is so big they’re stopping me at airport security.

So no head?

It’s “colonel”.

Please sir don’t tighten my bridle any further I can’t take it.

You aren’t even halfway prepared.

Neigh.