Hi (name),
I'm the Server Manager for PinkieCraft, the Pony Roleplay Minecraft server that you play on. On behalf of the owner, the staff team and myself, I would like to personally extend my thanks to you for the $1,000 you forked up to help keep our server alive! Our modeler is happily working on the custom pony character that came with the donor package, however I regret to inform you that we don't currently have a way to send you the 20" "horse shaft" you requested but our team is working on it. Once again, thank you sincerely for the donation, and we hope to see you back on the server soon.
Best Regards, PinkieCraft Server Manager "Keep on clopping."
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Why can't I mill this zoo?
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乁། ˵ ◕ – ◕ ˵ །ㄏ ＷＨＹ ＣＡＮＴ Ｉ ＭＩＬＬ ＴＨＩＳ ＺＯＯ？ 乁། ˵ ◕ – ◕ ˵ །ㄏ
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Kripp
Can Goldshire Footman replace Auctioneer for miracle rogue?
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Hi chat and forsen, I am wondering what I can replace auctioneer for in my Miracle rogue deck, do you think Goldshire Footman will work? Thanks and hope you suggest good cards. Greetings from Nigeria
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Forsen
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I have evidence. No u
purple: IT'S RED! I HAVE EVIDENCE!
red: Purple sus ngl.
purple: no u
red: ...
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤred was not an impostor.
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Why did I marry this angry bald internet man?
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It’s 11 p.m. and i've finally gotten comfortable in bed. It's been a long day and finally being able to get some rest is such a luxury. But my peace is soon broken as my husband shouts from the other room "OH COME ON! That was such BULLSHIT! Fucking highrolled AGAIN." Why did i do this to myself. Why did I marry this angry bald internet man? I haven't slept properly in months for his constant yelling throughout the night. God help me.
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Why is six afraid of seven?
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