For a site that hosts pictures of vore, anthropomorphic horse sex and lopsided mouthpiece posts, there sure are plenty of stifiling rules when it comes to what you can type. Maybe it’s a European thing, because where I’m from, the ability to speak (or type) freely is not only protected, but embraced by the people, even if it makes somebody unhappy.
Besides that, I’m a short tempered, blue-collar, southern boy who’s part of the working class and the redneck yacht club. You can probably tell that I listen to country music, and I can destroy a case of Coors Light out in the bosque with my buddies around a campfire under the stars.
…and I happen to really dig a cartoon about little pastel-colored ponies. I’ve never been called out on it or ridiculed about it, probably because pissing off a big man with a short fuse and a long wrench is never a good idea.
Ponies are my therapy to forget real life for a little while.
