Every single time I get my weekend "Hi there!" from modbot:
Everyday Tragedies
Remember to look for the helpers.
Work declared tomorrow is a paid snow day and the group chat is going wild!
The Saddle Arabian oil reserves suddenly became very interesting.
I'm gonna kill whoever sent this blizzard.
Yo, I fit my whole mouth in this ponut.
HINT: The correct answer is "yes."
Oh boy, I can't wait to get 2 to 3 inches of snow tomorrow!
Please don't hurt me, but the antique-obsessed horse lady's hands need a break.
Big Dang Restoration Update #7: BrASs!
Are you pondering what I'm pondering?
Bippity boppity, them mares go cloppity
Well, would you look at that. I fits!
The Woes of the Eldest
[M.O.A. CITATION] - Protocol Violated.
*clears throat*
Here, have a fresh ponut. It's still warm!
When it's 3am and your brain wakes up to make you wonder if the Oscar Meyer bologna jingle could be slowed down for a horror movie trailer's music.
When you fire up a game to relax before a family gathering, only to stress yourself out because you aren't relaxing.
And now, mustard.
Every time I don't put down a towel:
When you put up a fundraiser to help pay for a piece of equipment for your restoration hobby, and a whole bunch of supportive people send a monetary torpedo to blow your goal outta the water.
Look at'm all, Pip. Buncha degenerate hornballs, every one of 'em.
MRW after my coworker successfully tricked me into trying a KFC branded jelly bean.
Roll call!
Time to fart my bed warm! Gnight, Imgur!
That came quick!
[Rocky theme stops playing]
We live in a society!
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YEGADS SHE'S COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY NEWWWD
TAIIYUL ME WHY-YEE
Marriage material right there
"These *sexually frustrated* ~degenerate~ [losers] mean business."
No thoughts, only horse.
What the fuck is going on out there?
Bust my ass all week just to start the weekend with my coworker's flu.
Everything under the size_difference tag is subject to the rules of furry logic, your honor!
Somewhere out there, some poor Dasher is going to be delivering dinner to a shambling biohazard.
Courthouse weddings seem preferable
Baby's in the slow cooker!
Oh no, step-Alfred
Saluting another good horse post sent to the farm upstate too soon
The best glowsticks taste like pennies
BREAKING NEWS: Deranged horse lady finishes the 20th chapter of her very serious, professional, Pulitzer quality fan fiction
Just called into work for the second day and I could give a goshdarn heck.
Tastes like the dirty nickels from the sock my uncle hit me with
Environmental Storytelling
Big Gosh Darn Restoration Update #6: IT'S FIXED!
The genetic lottery is bullshit.
Skidoosh
[@braincell_001 is AFK]
Happy Raturday, I guess!