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04/19/10(Mon)03:47 No.2842539There
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
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