Derpy's MemorialDay1 year ago!
Our Beloved Mail-Mare, was censored, banished from pony-ville, stained, striped away from her daughter Dinky, banished from the show, killed-off!
On Derpy’s Memorial-day I would like for you:
* To make two dozens of muffins, and give them to everyone you meet, especially the other bronies.
* And if you have one, put a Derpy hat on your head, and put on a gray shirt and pants.
* On Memorial-day,you must write a fan letter to (expressing how much you admire her and your wish to have her back) "(Equestria, Pony-Ville box 33779)". Derpy and send it in the mail.
* Keep one muffin, and before you go to bed, I want you to put a candle in the muffin and leave it outside for Derpy.
* At the time that the show is showne "where you live" can we have a Moment Of Silence
derp derrrrp, derp derp derp, derp, derrp, derp, derp... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-0maME4S_s
P.S. The 16/02 will B a day of selebrachon! Because that is
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