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For
23 years and 11 months had I suffered them, the ignorant gaijin back
home who sickened me with their microwaved culture and their
materialism. The spindly losers in the anime club who cared only for
anime and not a whit for the superior monoethnic culture to which it was
endemic. Well no more. Fucking zettai no more. I touched down in the
country I was certain I had lived all my previous lives, no doubt as a
badass ronin samurai ninja or some shit. I had never been here, but I
had returned.
Nippon-sama, tadaima!
No sooner had I left
the airport when I saw the woman of my dreams. She confirmed my every
hope, my every ideal of this great land. The light coming in through the
sakura backlit her like a full body halo. She was made of demure and
soft spoken. Of bowing and bento.
Of Japan and perfect.
My
heart started doki doki-ing all over the shop. And then she saw me!
Spotted me in the crowd! Well, of course she did, I was like a head
taller than the fucking hobbits they call men around here. I was in no
state of mind to meet her gaze, and tried to look away but I was
paralysed. She was just so ... prettyu ...
And just like that she
started walking over. Her walk was just pure concentrated sex. If you
poured a glass of it sex fumes would just rise right off the top. I
loved the way the light danced unevenly over her pristine porcelain skin
as she walked. The way she did more for me by showing just her
shoulders than any American girls could by showing their entire gaping
cleavage for all the world to SEE THIS YOU SHOULD TAKE NOTES, THIS IS
WHAT SEXY IS YOU FUCKING WHORES -
おはようございます.
Oh shit, what did she say? She said something! To me! But I wasn't con – |