From page two... you people must be new to the interent. This had troll written all over it from the first post. Rassah is a raging moron.
I must have been, though the troll got quite extremely lucky on this one. None of this would have happened if the following didn't:
I start to debate religious stuff
I shamelesessly admit to being into furry art
FAtlas and others attempting to troll me by finding my coffee table, and my husbands old collection of horse pics, which JUST HAPPEN to be of a species of stuff Pinkie is into
Pinkie posting about being taken to camp, which is the one single issue that bugged me (good job on guessing or deducing that one!)
EVERYONE missing Pinkie's secret message, which would have been a dead giveaway (I feel sorry for the troll,likely having spent so much work on that bit of genius, but that was WAY out of character for Pinkie, and would have been a dead giveaway)
Me contacting the troll privately
Any of those not happening would have resulted in troll fail. I'm guessing Pinkie was exstatic at seeing how things were playing.
Also, I wasn't totally convinced it was real through this (40% sure it was a troll at first, then staying around 50/50, and mostly continuing this just in case it wasn't), so I obviously would have been very cautious, and likely either bought the items through eBay/PayPal, or had the troll register through one of the big banks for escrow.
Kindly explain why you feel Rassah is a supercreep.
They think I'm a furry, and that's all they need. Doesn't bother me, because I'm quite comfortable with myself, and think even less of them *shrug* So, let them have their fun. At the least it's nice to see so many of them take so much time out of their lives to actually care about me. Makes me feel special
And yeah, I would also love to hear Pinkie's opinion on how this worked out.
Pinkie set the stage in early July, waiting for the right time to spring the trap. Once all the ingredients where placed on the table, it was then time to mix and stir. A recipe for success. Again, great gag! BTW, The Cake is a Lie!
MacArthur ParkSpring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
CHORUSMacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
CHORUSThere will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why.
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh NO!!