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Now try to think of the convoluted way in which she led up to this absolutely awful punchline.

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I wrote this as my own aristocrats joke. it’s not written for fluttershy, but I think that makes it funnier.
 
A couple of years ago I was working as a bartender in Philadelphia, when this 40-year-old woman and a twelve-year-old girl walk in. I’m about to tell this lady that she can’t bring a kid in here, but they immediately go over to this depressed guy who’s been sitting in a booth for the past ten minutes. They start telling him that he has to come home, but he says that he’s not leaving until someone takes an interest in his idea for a business. So being the pansy that I am, I decide that I’m gonna help this guy. So I go over to the booth and ask him what his idea is. He tells me that his business is that he takes shits for people who are too busy to shit for themselves. Naturally, I tell him that that’s fucking stupid, so to prove me wrong, he bends me over, puts his hand up my ass, grabs some shit, puts it up his ass, and says, “that’ll be 20 bucks.” I’m in shock, so I can’t tell him to get out. His wife says, “This is your problem, Marty! With an idea this good, you should be charging at least 50! Don’t make the same mistakes I did with the period baths!” I’ve regained speech at this point, and before I can stop myself, I say “period baths?” and she says “oh, I’m glad you asked.” and she grabs me by the throat, reaches into her coat, takes a jar of blood, she had like 12 of them just tied to herself, pours it on my face, and says, “now that was just the trial jar, but it’s 60 dollars a month for a membership.” At this point, the little girl takes of a mask she was wearing, and he’s a cop. The cop says, “I got you now, period-blood-bath Lucile!” and he tazes the husband, my shit falls out of his ass, the cop fists him, and he cums, a lot, must have been really pent up. The cop punches the wife with the husbands cum and shit stained body, she falls, all the period jars break, she’s covered in blood, period and her vein, and she projectile vomits all over my face. Now, I’m covered in blood, shit, cum, vomit, and all that’s missing is piss, I think to myself. Well, me and my big mouth, because the cop says, “here, let me clean that off for you.” and he reaches in to his Barbie backpack, that was part of his little girl disguise, and he pulls out a Chihuahua, squeezes it’s stomach, and it pisses in my mouth. Now I am fuming, I’m fucking pissed, so I scream, “ENOUGH! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU PEOPLE THINK YOU ARE!” and they all get up, and say, “We’re the aristocrats!”
lasty
My Little Pony - 1992 Edition

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Knowing her, I think it went a little something….like this:  
“A family went into a talent agent’s office. It was a mom and a dad and two cute fillies and their pet dog, Fluffy. The agent said ‘what do you all do’, so the mom said ‘we’ll show you’! Then the two parents baked pies of all kinds while the fillies jumped rope. The talent agent was so gad to see an act that didn’t rely on pratfalls and the word ‘poop’ for laughs. He said ‘I’d like to sign you all immediately! What do you call yourselves?’. They all took a breath and said at the same time….Huh? That’s not how this joke works? Oh, o-okay. Um, I guess maybe Fluffy….peed on a rug? But the family cleaned it u-….I mean, they left it there. And said they called themselves….”