I sexually Identify as an rose. Ever since I was a filly I dreamed of sitting still in a garden and stinging a filly in love when she tries to pick me up. Ponies say to me that a pony being a rose is Impossible and I’m fucking retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon install petals, leafs and thorns on my body. From now on I want you guys to just call me “Rose” and respect my right to prick anyone needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a rosephobe and need to check your flower privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
I remember when making fun of SJWs was edgy and cool. Those were fun times.
Somepony who doesn’t mind thorns, hug her quick.