Peetzer Pony (by Anon)


                                            >be loserfaggot anon

                                            >have at least a dozen pizza boxes in your room

                                            >most of them aren't even all eaten

                                            >you just order them to be able to talk to someone

                                            >your nondescript poorfag pony doll is queen of the stack

                                            >at least it doesn't look so much like trash anymore

                                            >thunder and lightning has been coming down all night long

                                            >give no fucks, got at least a surge protector

                                            >browse your favorite shit pile board of autists and losers

                                            >thunderbolt comes down

                                            >strikes your home

                                            >power is kill

                                            >desktop is kill

                                            >you get a zap so hard you fling yourself out of your chair

                                            >your entire room lights up in blue for a split second

                                            >fuck

                                            >urdedfgt.jpg

                                            >"Oh my God! Are you ok Anon?!"

                                            >mommy?

                                            >no

                                            >you drag yourself up to a sitting position

                                            >smells like cooked pizza

                                            >your tower of pizza is cooked

                                            >you smell burning but see no fire

                                            >you smell burning plastic from your desktop too

                                            >your pony doll's head pops out

                                            >pepperoni eyes

                                            >"Whew that sure singed my crust!"

                                            >what

                                            >is this real life

                                            >is this just Fanta sea

                                            >caught in a thunderstorm

                                            >no escape from pepperoni

                                            >she sees that you're speechless

                                            >she shakes off some of the boxes

                                            >her entire body is pizza

                                            >a few bread sticks make for her eyebrows and the outline of some perpetually bubbling mane of cheesy lava

                                            "...what?"

                                            >she smiles

                                            >her face droops down from the weight of her happiness

                                            >"I... uh... c-cheesed to meet you?"