I wonder why, but everytime I think of a certain anime female character that I think is good enough for my tastes, someone male comes in, dresses up like that character, and parades with his hairy legs, armpits and crotch out in the open air.
I wonder why… I feel so gloriously… bewildered…
How beautiful. Satisfying as it is, now I must corrupt it.
No wonder zombies are trying to change diet by removing human brains from their meals.
DO YOU SPEAK IT?!
IT HAPPENS.
NO! DON’T DO IT! DON’T GET NEAR THAT… THAT THING! YOU’LL ONLY GET YOURSELF KILLED! IT’S A TRAP IN EVERY WAY!
You know reverse psychology. It always get to stab your conscience in the back, and have sex with you in the front. Sucks for curiosity, no?
No anime, no games. Just the same good old stuff in new packaging, and nothing else. And dear, do we know who the culprit is…
Alright, you win. But hey, look at the bright side! Your thumb now looks like it got gangraped by a thousand mallets! ISN’T THAT GREAT?!
A Randomsphere a day means you’re just a facepalm.jpg away. Seriously.
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