I saw a dude walking in flip flops wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. c'mon dude, it's november and you're in philadelphia. fashion aside you don't want to be stepping near heroin needles and used condoms in flipper floppers
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I saw a dude walking in flip flops wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. c'mon dude, it's november and you're in philadelphia. fashion aside you don't want to be stepping near heroin needles and used condoms in flipper floppers
Acerac
Banned
I'm pretty sure you've shown more inclination to bone ponies than the vast majority of ponygaf.
Glass houses friend.
seriously
when I was in Italy this summer, the only ones that wore flip flops were the tourists. I bought a pair myself the second day because it was so fucking hot. Wearing socks and shoes like the locals did, in that heat with their sweaty feat - gross
haha
Aquamarine
Member
The mark of a true grown-up is being able to play whatever the hell you want, watch what you want, and go wherever you want without thinking twice if it's "adult enough."
Anybody who has a problem with that...is the kid who needs to grow up.
cargo shorts + flip flops come at me bro
Bel Marduk
Banned
Why are you so defensive about your flip flops? Its not an inherent trait like sex, sexual orientation or race... You can easily wear shoes. Have you actually tried it?
If you don't like flip-flops, don't ever come to Australia man. Your little head would explode.
I'll never understand this. Saw several people trying to pull that shit on campus today and it was raining. Leave that stuff in high school.
have you actually tried wearing flip flops? You're welcome to go to the beach wearing shoes like an idiot.
interesting logic
maybe you don't seem to recall that I left your community when people started posting perverted pony shit
im sure the things posted would have any parent disown their son
CHEEZMO
Obsidian fan
Uchip is the closeted gay-bashing Republican of
It's actually very sad
Is this even possible? How do the flip-flops stay on if there's a sock blocking your toe-gap?
You might be thinking of sandals.
LowParry
Member
Shit, you're right. Even still...socks and sandals. Confusing.
Rhomega Beta
Member
Or Arizona.
I honestly do love the show. There's no irony about it. It's a high-quality family (not just for kids) cartoon that people dismiss as a girly show no one outside of the target audience should like. If I can't like anything outside my demographic, then what the heck am I supposed to be watching? Heck, I don't even watch current TV anymore outside of MLP and the news.
They actually make socks specifically for wearing with flip flops, I've seen them in a surf shop before.
OpinionatedCyborg
Member
probably every one.
CHEEZMO™;44269003 said:Uchip is the closeted gay-bashing Repulican ofwanting to fuck cartoon animalseverything about his own sexuality.
It's actually very sad
im asexual, but thats a pretty colourful insult!
you must be proud of yourself
oh wait, you're the guy who was too awkward to even say anything on voice chat
just laughing like a creeper in the background
must feel empowering being able to throw attempted wit around in text form!
They make toed socks too.
Lionel Mandrake
Member
I am leaving this thread and I'm coming back when the emotions aren't so high and people aren't just screaming blasphemies.
what a boring life
Regulus Tera
Romanes Eunt Domus
LowParry
Member
I don't know how people can wear those. They look so uncomfortable.
I used to be A "Brony." For awhile, it was a joke. I'd show up to the meetings with a tape recorder taped to the underside of my fedora (which I'd tuck in my Jack Bauer satchel during transit). After the meetings, I'd report back to my friends who usually had a big plate of Nachos With Jalapeño and Beef. They'd lean in to my story as I leaned over my food, and we'd giggle like school girls, tortilla spraying out of my mouth with every cackle like a machine gun.
One day, it stopped. Don't know if I forgot to bring the recorder or if there emotional drug had slipped into my veins. One thing was for sure, a damsel was on my desk after the meeting, cross-legged, and showing me her deviant-art page. She needed help.
Nobody was being honest with her, needed me to get down to the bottom of it. Give her a 'critique.' Only thing I could get down to the bottom of was a glass of Sierra Nevada's Torpedo IPA and a hefty mug of Gentleman's Jack.
Once you get the urge to be kind after being bad -- a real bad, trolling Miyamoto fans on /v/ bad -- life takes a spin. My heart was going 80 down the freeway, and her kindness pulled my emotional e-brake. I was doing flips across a two lane road as my friends coo'ed and caw'ed at my turbulence.
Spun out into the haystacks of six person'ed group of understanding kids, lost in the world but still tackled to an elementary school buddy system. I hung out with their crowd for a bit. The first hour was something of the like, bordering on right side of Wrong. My mouth stayed shut, my ears open to their patterns. Assimilate or die.
Why don't they have any bourbon?
Need a cig.
45 minutes in and my thumbs are twiddling like a ballerina who just forgot how to pirouette. If my fedora wasn't lost during the escape during the dark, down the pathway between the Math and Education building, I might feel safe. Could dawn my cowl, wear the mask of one who is a Brony.
Too deep. My voice chirps a sharp, classic one liner that nestles me deep in their core: "Derp."
The match was lit, I took a drag and let the Magic course through my veins.
10 weeks deep and my grades were up. Mom was proud of me. Dad, heh, he was off mowing the neighbors grass. Never had time for me. The gang called me every night to see if I wanted to Get Thai.
That was the thing about Bronies. They loved Thai food. Every two days, after their marketplace sushi supply ran low, they'd give you a call and next thing you know, you're on a Huffy and your trench coat is whipping the air behind you like your lips were moments before the Deep Fried Squid hit the table.
But that's when it started downhill. The group was growing, we were becoming too approachable, too uncommon.
We first caught wind of another Brony gang who would actually meet in a building on campus. Had a whole room reserved for their gatherings, every Thursday at 8:00. After dark: the view of trouble was smack dab in my face but I couldn't seem a damn thing.
Where was the light switch?
The expansion of our gang was fine. Wasn't much, just a few more faces and names to remember, plus one eccentric. They would show up to the meetings with their mane colored after the favorite pony of the week. Asked us to comb it.
We oddly obliged.
The fire was in my veins. Another hit and I was anywhere and anyone. Tie off, Pirate Bay down, nothing to juice me. Hit up a Tinychat, see if anyone was doing a reenactment.
Mom found out.
We had a big idea, "Let's just throw a party. A big one. Put it up on the internet. Reddit. 4chan. Brony only." We didn't know what the consequences would be.
3 dead, a 6 shooter clutched in my hand, the red and blue washing my face every second on the lawn. Rage, depression. I was back in that car, hurling itself over the highway. Hit 90, enough to lose my license for a year. She wasn't on my desk anymore, she was on my mind.
Pulled the break, back end lifted up, 4 wheels out now, 2 in the chamber.
Two unaccounted for. Where'd those damn shells game. Fuck, Bowser right behind me. Another hit of the fire before I go out. Catch my air before landing back on Rainbow Road.
It was 1 year and 74 days that I was in the slammer. I would not advise being a Brony.
One day, it stopped. Don't know if I forgot to bring the recorder or if there emotional drug had slipped into my veins. One thing was for sure, a damsel was on my desk after the meeting, cross-legged, and showing me her deviant-art page. She needed help.
Nobody was being honest with her, needed me to get down to the bottom of it. Give her a 'critique.' Only thing I could get down to the bottom of was a glass of Sierra Nevada's Torpedo IPA and a hefty mug of Gentleman's Jack.
Once you get the urge to be kind after being bad -- a real bad, trolling Miyamoto fans on /v/ bad -- life takes a spin. My heart was going 80 down the freeway, and her kindness pulled my emotional e-brake. I was doing flips across a two lane road as my friends coo'ed and caw'ed at my turbulence.
Spun out into the haystacks of six person'ed group of understanding kids, lost in the world but still tackled to an elementary school buddy system. I hung out with their crowd for a bit. The first hour was something of the like, bordering on right side of Wrong. My mouth stayed shut, my ears open to their patterns. Assimilate or die.
Why don't they have any bourbon?
Need a cig.
45 minutes in and my thumbs are twiddling like a ballerina who just forgot how to pirouette. If my fedora wasn't lost during the escape during the dark, down the pathway between the Math and Education building, I might feel safe. Could dawn my cowl, wear the mask of one who is a Brony.
Too deep. My voice chirps a sharp, classic one liner that nestles me deep in their core: "Derp."
The match was lit, I took a drag and let the Magic course through my veins.
10 weeks deep and my grades were up. Mom was proud of me. Dad, heh, he was off mowing the neighbors grass. Never had time for me. The gang called me every night to see if I wanted to Get Thai.
That was the thing about Bronies. They loved Thai food. Every two days, after their marketplace sushi supply ran low, they'd give you a call and next thing you know, you're on a Huffy and your trench coat is whipping the air behind you like your lips were moments before the Deep Fried Squid hit the table.
But that's when it started downhill. The group was growing, we were becoming too approachable, too uncommon.
We first caught wind of another Brony gang who would actually meet in a building on campus. Had a whole room reserved for their gatherings, every Thursday at 8:00. After dark: the view of trouble was smack dab in my face but I couldn't seem a damn thing.
Where was the light switch?
The expansion of our gang was fine. Wasn't much, just a few more faces and names to remember, plus one eccentric. They would show up to the meetings with their mane colored after the favorite pony of the week. Asked us to comb it.
We oddly obliged.
The fire was in my veins. Another hit and I was anywhere and anyone. Tie off, Pirate Bay down, nothing to juice me. Hit up a Tinychat, see if anyone was doing a reenactment.
Mom found out.
We had a big idea, "Let's just throw a party. A big one. Put it up on the internet. Reddit. 4chan. Brony only." We didn't know what the consequences would be.
3 dead, a 6 shooter clutched in my hand, the red and blue washing my face every second on the lawn. Rage, depression. I was back in that car, hurling itself over the highway. Hit 90, enough to lose my license for a year. She wasn't on my desk anymore, she was on my mind.
Pulled the break, back end lifted up, 4 wheels out now, 2 in the chamber.
Two unaccounted for. Where'd those damn shells game. Fuck, Bowser right behind me. Another hit of the fire before I go out. Catch my air before landing back on Rainbow Road.
It was 1 year and 74 days that I was in the slammer. I would not advise being a Brony.
I've always disliked those, but I see them in so many movies and youtube videos that I assume it's just a thing every guy in America wears, like they're free or something.
Acerac
Banned
Hey I remember when I said that! It was because I was gay but in denial because I was taught it was a horrible thing.
I wonder if similar things have happened to others.
SMFH at this thread.
"Sub-humans"? "Out-hipster each other"?
As if there's no such thing as a functional, well groomed adult male who watches My Little Pony, because all functional well-groomed adult males adhere to gender social norms (or at least they keep quiet about it, because whatever will the neighbors think of my interest in MLP)!
...and we're attacking flip-flops? An inability to walk into Toys R' Us because it feels too kiddy and on the off chance some schmuck who doesn't know who you are will gossip about you to his/her friend and forget you five seconds later?
"Sub-humans"? "Out-hipster each other"?
As if there's no such thing as a functional, well groomed adult male who watches My Little Pony, because all functional well-groomed adult males adhere to gender social norms (or at least they keep quiet about it, because whatever will the neighbors think of my interest in MLP)!
...and we're attacking flip-flops? An inability to walk into Toys R' Us because it feels too kiddy and on the off chance some schmuck who doesn't know who you are will gossip about you to his/her friend and forget you five seconds later?
OpinionatedCyborg
Member
could someone read this and let me know whether it is funny or not? thx.
Toed socks are absolutely terrifying to me. Material in between my toes? No thanks.
I think they're finally dying off just a little bit here. Maybe.
brony defense force loves to project
CHEEZMO
Obsidian fan
I must have gotten the wrong idea from all those unsolicited PMs you sent me filled with folders upon folders of furry porn.
I also remember Uchip talking about trying to get a girlfriend. Oh, and that time he said doggy-style sucked.
LowParry
Member
If you read it in Patrick Stewarts voice, you'll know soon enough.
Bel Marduk
Banned
Uchip, I know people are giving you a hard time, but every time I see your avatar, it makes me smile.
OpinionatedCyborg
Member
let's not pretend we live in a world where all behaviours are seen as acceptable. I've seen a few other posters mention that an adult can do whatever he or she wants. ok, great, but you will be judged for it if your behaviours are deviant, particulary if they are borderline pathological.
they never are
Acerac
Banned
CHEEZMO™;44269254 said:
I thought we were trying to dance around the obvious.
He chose the avatar because his tag refers to his love of cat ladies and was sick of people making the connection.
It is cute though, I agree.
Regulus Tera
Romanes Eunt Domus
cold burnCHEEZMO;44269254 said:
CHEEZMO™;44269254 said:
I don't have any porn on my PC any more, but you never complained
CHEEZMO™;44269254 said:
yeah, I also posted in depression gaf about going on dates and not being able to care any more
actually its nothing to do with cat ladies
keep trolling
Regulus Tera
Romanes Eunt Domus
Dude, I'm as brown-skinned Mexican as they get. Actually, I've had people call me a fucking Afghan and ask me to get out of the country. That time was weird.
Razgriz-Specter
Member
I had thought this
was the worst/creepy type of fan but it may have been topped by Bronies today.
Trent Strong
Banned
I don't think gender is the issue here. People don't make threads about guys who like Desperate Houswives or Sex in the City. MLP is meant for children, and not just children but small children. And then there's the whole sexual component to the fandom, which is even more disturbing.
Acerac
Banned
Nor did he ever claim to be asexual. Even if he were, it'd be more confusing than anything else.I don't have any porn on my PC any more, but you never complained
wait, so what do you wear during hot summer days/on vacation?
CHEEZMO
Obsidian fan
I don't have any porn on my PC any more, but you never complained
Why would I? I didn't spend every opportunity trying to assure people that it was eww icky and I didn't like it.
i wear sneakers. my feet don't smell because i practice good hygiene and wear loafer socks.
if i'm at the beach, sure, i'll wear sandals or flip flops or whatever i have, but most of my time is spent in a city.
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