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It's Dork again. Booger doesn't know I'm posting this, so shh. I felt just horrible for never ever posting. I realise this post is rather extremely ridiculous and worthless, but at least it's a new post, right? I am probably wrong.

You know what? Have a link: Equestria Daily. There. That should cheer everypony up. (Except Booger, of course. She'll be mad when she sees. Please don't tell her! Maybe she won't notice.)

I feel like all I'm doing is failing, so maybe I should give another gift. Have this: Tangled. Maybe that will help. I feel like something is still missing. Perhaps a gif would solve everything.

Let me see....a gif.....ah! Here we are!

That's better. Problem solved. 

Rifle Butts.

This is Dork. This post actually has nothing to do with rifle butts. Sorry to get your hopes up. It’s really about child labour. I don’t talk about child abuse. 

Just kidding. The purpose of this post is actually nonexistent. So hey. I’m Dork, and I have a few things to tell you about myself. These things, to your dismay, will not be my deepest darkest secrets. In fact, they won’t really be about me at all. They are simply about the concept of me, which is extremely awkward, so I would advise anyone who is prone to seizures to back away from the computer and go read a book or do something else less dangerous. Actually, don’t read a book. You might get a paper cut. Try sleeping instead. Or eating. Eating is always good. Unless you’re fat...but whatever. Anyway, back to  me. First of all, 

Sorry. I had to go get some tea. Where was I? Oh, yes, I remember now. And then the fish turns into a gorgeous prince and sings 

Oops. Wrong story. So I was talking about myself. One thing that is important for you to know is that when I am the person speaking (that is, Dork), this will be the font, and that is not my hat either. That is inappropriate, and I’m sorry. Please excuse my Creole. It will also be to your benefit to understand right now that I am ten thousand times cooler than Booger. Now that I have said nothing particularly wonderful, I will talk about Booger instead. 

Booger is my bestiest friend. She’s a super magical zombie, but I lurb her anyway. Booger is the awe to my some. Actually, Booger must actually be like a gangster or something else equally powerful because she knows me better than I know myself. She’s probably a Fairy. Whenever I feel all yicky and bad inside, she can hug me and talk to me and beat up the people who hurt my feelings and make it all better. (She can’t actually beat people up. She told me to say that.) So yes. Booger is my wonderful friend who makes it all better when skies are gray. She is the very definition of “my sunshine.” Love you, Booger friend! 

So yes. That’s about it. Aren’t you glad you just spent precious minutes of your life reading my magnificent words? 

...I didn’t think so. :c 

Oh well. Later. Toodles! 

- Dork 

Spackledorf

Hi. Dork and I (Booger) decided to make a blog. We were all excited about it and planned out our first post and got all motivated and all that stuff you never want to do when you’re a teenager and have better things to do with your life, like video games and Pixar movies. But then we pretty much forgot/didn’t care/were too lazy/insert something here about the blog. So it fell to the wayside, and no one has cared until now. Then, suddenly, EVERYONE CARES. Not really, but I wanted to write something and Dork said “lol, write on the blog or something,” and I was all “DUDE NOW THAT YOU TOLD ME TO, I’M NOT GONNA, BUT THAT’S A GREAT IDEA,” so…. Here we are. Dork told me to post, so that’s what I’m doing. Yep… Posting. What fun. The only thing that would make this post more fun would be magic markers. But, my magic markers are all dry, so we’re just going to have to use stale cheetos. Which are considerably less fun than magic markers, but fun nevertheless. 

I’m running out of ideas here people. Let’s talk about fun things, like velociraptors and kitties and glitter. Not really. Those things aren’t very fun, especially when submerged in water. They can become deadly. Really. No joke. I know someone who DIED from glitter submerged in water. They were in the bath, then SUDDENLY, the glitter drags them under and drowns them, right there in their tub. Not really. That was a lie, and I’m sorry. 

If you haven’t died from boredom, I’d like to introduce you to my friend Dork. She’s awesome, basically. She knows things, like how to cook and clean and collect penguins and take obnoxiously long showers and sing songs and flail around and play laser tag and flail some more and generally be amazing like a boss. She’s been my best friend since middle school and knows almost everything about me. She’s also a ninja, because she knows crap about me that I don’t even know. We have inside jokes and special days and stories and joint husbands because that’s what best friends do. She’s a nerd, I’m a nerd, we’re all nerds together and that’s okay, because you don’t want to be a nerd alone, because you may just get shoved in a locker and who’s gonna help you? That’s right, no one, because you don’t have any friends to be nerds with. But when you have nerd friends, they can help you out of the locker and assist you in exacting revenge against the jerk who shoved you in the locker. Dude. Awesome, right? Yeah. Darn straight, that’s awesome. Fabulous, even. Anywho. Dork is the bomb. We like to blog, write, draw, dance, and wear silly hats together, because those are awesome things to do, and we are awesome. Indeedy do. 

Anyway. I’m glad you took the time to read through this pile of nonsense. I’m really sorry about it. I’ve just eaten a doughnut and now I need to go dance to burn off calories. Huzzah!

Snarf darf. 

-Booger