Brace yourself yet again, brony. This story will make your pinkie senses go nuts :V
 
The short version of my story is that I bought a magazine. But there are way more of details which made this happen. So let’s begin the full story!
 
There are commonly two types of bronies. The first type acknowledges their fandom and feels comfortable with it. The second one, however, feels like this is a little embarrassing to be part of it. I’m the second type.
 
One early morning I saw a magazine laying on the shelf in store. I thought:
 
Damn, this thing exists in Russia.
 
Then I thought:
 
Maybe… Just maybe I can buy it.. N-NO!!! THIS IS TOO GAY! NO WAY!
 
So I left…
 
You see, buying a childish magazine to me feels exactly the same as buying the porn magazine. In both cases you feel awkward, try to find an excuse for it. It’s ok to be a little shy but I was SUPA SHY, man. Actually at this point I think that everyone has the right to laugh at me, which they won’t use (they don’t care)
 
So, one day I gave up and started to develop a plan how to buy this damn magazine full of hot horsies.  
And here is how I’ve succeeded.
 
*I recommend you to read the following in Lights voice from Death note cos my plans were such serious and over the top. I’ve calculated everything! So yeah, deep thinking…
 
Ok, thirst thing’s first, I need to determine is there less overcrowded stores where I can purchase my precious quite fast and unspotted. Sadly no stores I’ve looked at had the thing I want. Ok then. I needed some alibi. So I’ve bought a book about math’s to look as a student who don’t give a SHIT about ponies. Then I went to the store. Then I approached the pony treasure I had made a face like I don’t care about what I’m doing at all. I’ve grabbed that magazine and dropped it to the lady to purchase it.
 
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I quickly said something like: