exterminator-s asked: Flies carry the plague. You shouldn't put them in people's drink baby.
Theyre plastic its okay..
██ years young and in the service of FUCK YOU AND DIE to give the world a FUCKING. I am Show Pony, newly promoted in F/Y/A/D to Unit COCK, Rank █ Class ██.
Pretty Pony(ies)
exterminator-s asked: What's this about flies and where can I buy them in bulk? I have a little brother whose alter ego needs a pet or two or few thousand.
Inside Uncle Terrys forty Megapickel Canon Nikon Daiso Rebel Ds90 camera case.
harry makes cushions - buy them here -
http://harrydrawspictures.bigcartel.com/product/live-fast-food-cushion
I would eat these pillows..
(via official-director)
i’m hungary
munchma quchi in uzbekistan
(Source: exterminator-s)
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there’s something wrong with this lol. Korse you are not supposed to be crushed on by Show Pony!!
rebelfaction started following you
my oh my what have we here?
If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave ‘em be. Shanny.
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ja what sashy said :D
Observation Room #456, Eastern Tower, Battery City
The beeping interrupted Korse and he turned in unison with half the dracs in the room to stare up at the flashing screen. The dust smeared face of Show Pony glared unseeingly from a corner of the Zone map. A blinking triangular patch flashed in Zone four, jagged edges of visual audio skittering next to it.
“Sir, Sh—
“I can see just fine,” Korse said dryly, already taking out his transmiter and opening a broadcast. “Open call to exterminators. An immediate expedition into Zone for is up for grabs.”
“Sir, I am available,” I called over the noise of the garage, throwing daggers at a rody group of dracs dicking off around an open car hood. I stuck my figner in my ear, listening harder to what he was saying.
“—ow Pony in Zone four, sat images show a large safehouse, enough to house about fifty or more. Are you capable?”
“Yessir I am. I can leave immediately.” I turned, striding to the vehicle checkout. “Do I have any back up?”
He paused, searching through the files on the servers. “Yes, take along one-no, two exterminators. I think M, if they are available. And…”
Korse frowned, pausing on a file, a new transfer. Exterminator B, from Kandi City in the north. Good record, excellent marks…
“Take exterminator B from Kandi city with you. Break them in. End transmission.”
And on the eight day, Show Pony witnessed the cave walls that should not move, move.
“Fuck this shit,” proclaimed the feverish god of hunk ‘n’ roll and got the fuck out of dodge despite severe injuries. Even bruised ribs would not keep him from wibbling and wobbling on his motorbike down the dusty road.
“Open broadcast,” I sang into the mike, “broken bird flying low. Anyone got a lift?”
