Alright, fine. I'll write something more. I really should have known I wouldn't be allowed to get away with a two word Blogger entry.
At any rate, dates are the fruit of the date palm, known as phoenix dactylifera to ponies who study botany. Archaeological digs in Saddle Arabia have turned up evidence of dates being grown in the region long before the coming of Discord, showing that ponies have enjoyed dates for more than a thousand years. And I would like to say more about dates, but I doubt anypony came here to hear me give a lecture. And also because I was late to class on the day out teacher taught us about dates, and thus don't actually know anything more...
So instead, how about we turn our attention to this week's art, preferably before it gets any later. I don't want to keep anypony up so late that they end up falling asleep, after all.
Gallery for Week 215
Apple Bloom's on a Date
Where did she find this giant crazy fruit? Those things are usually quite minute. - fetchbeer
Some things just take some time, and you may not notice the clocks chime. - fetchbeer
They seem cuter when unstable, though they still seem guite able!
A nice picnic with your love, though some folks still need a shove. - fetchbeer
Just sitting there rubbing noses, must be far cheaper than roses! - fetchbeer
I was suggested to use this particular dialogue. Can this be considered as a date, even though it's an anti-date?
At least there's no clicking in that silly game, though carpel tunnel thinks that's a shame. - fetchbeer
Some ponies never seem to get there fast, but usually they show up at last. - fetchbeer