There comes a point in every man’s life where he must choose his destiny. Lucky for you you’re still relatively young and have not reached that point yet.
You’re a pretty cool friend, Robert Jones. You buy me sappy seashell cards with hand-drawn fire trucks on them. You proof-read the most boring essays ever for me. You pass along good music when you find it. You humor me by taking on a pony name of your very own. You are the only remaining member of my first generation S’ville family left in the city.
It’s kind of crazy because I can think of like a thousand other things to add to that paragraph, which is pretty cool. GOOD FRIENDZ = GOOD TIMEZ.
Stay strong, Moonbeam Fantasy. Don’t let the other ponies ever knock you down, they’re just jealous of your Moonbeam Blast.
Happy Birthday, el Rob-o!
2 comments:
Even I'm jealous of Moonbeam Blast.
and thanks, Sarah :)
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