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07/25/09(Sat)22:36 No. 1993711 There
was a girl in our Japanese culture club for one semester who was a
disgusting, dirty weeaboo. We called her The Narutard. She was taking
the introductory Japanese course and would regularly start babbling on
in "Japanese" during class... even though she was really just making up
words. Eventually, the professor got so fed up with her that she just
started making fun of her, saying things like "Oh, we need a cage to
put you in!" She constantly talked/squeed/danced during
screenings. Every time an "attractive" anime guy came on screen?
Squeeing. We actually had to make a rule that you could not get up and
dance in the middle of an anime screening, because she would do so
every time some music played. This was terrifying, because she was a
WHALE. The club went out to a Japanese restaurant once, and she ordered
a whole sushi boat (meant for two or more) for herself. Then, after she
was finished, if someone still had food, she would ask if we were going
to finish that, and if not, could she have it? Before we ordered (she
was there with her father, I would have to add..), she asked our club
president if she thought they would let her order sake. President said
yeah, if she was 21. The Narutard pouted because she wasn't, saying how
she really wanted a cup of nice cold sake. She was then informed that
sake is generally served warm and shut up for a while. She
insisted on giving people Japanese nicknames because she "wasn't good
with American names". Her "name" was Sakura, and once got extremely
offended and mad at me because one of my friends called me Sakura (not
a name I ever told her to call me, mind you, it's just the name of a
character I had recently cosplayed at that time) and had a fit about
how "MY name is Sakura, your name CAN'T be Sakura!" ...As if thousands
of Japanese girls don't have that name? Yeah. Luckily, she was only around for that one semester, but her fat, disgusting memory will forever haunt us...