#parchy

...it's more of a "mortal terror" type of thing.  Whoever came up with the idea to create the sado-masochistic torture device known as "the tie" as a means of displaying class should be summarily thwacked with a frozen trout.  Or fresh.  Both would be preferred, really. Still, I've got to have something to wear...

You think that I,  a pony whose non-existent livelihood transpires within the dank confines of some nameless cavern, would have the money to commission Rarity, perhaps one of the most prestigious designers in Equestria, to custom tailor for me a suit?  Daft.  Very, very daft.  

Dawn: "Hey.  You.  When you're done being a butt, you should probably get ready for prom." Parchy: "'...she tells the smoking mess of pony with an utter lack of sympathy.'" (Mod: Hey all, sorry for up and disappearing for a while.  I recently started a second job, and that means that most days I end up working 10am-10:30 pm.  I wake three hours earlier than I used to and haven't much had the energy to do much of anything productive after work, because by the end of the day I end up feeling about like Parchy does in this picture.  I do, however, plan on trying to make a prom-related post or two... sometime before prom.  In theory. )

Dawn: "Don't worry, Mr. Fluffles!  I'll take care of-" *looks around* "Where'd he go?  Parchy!  You went and scared him off!" (Featuring the world's cutest dragon, Greyzeek!  I hope I drew him okay...  Go follow for even more fluffy goodness!)