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Animeg3282 wrote:

Ranma woke up. The sun was in his eyes. He smiled. Today was his birthday!
He jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. He opened the door. There
sitting in the bathtub was Akane. “HEY! You jerk!!! Close the darn door!” she
said.

Ranma said “Why would I be looking at you anyway! You’re flat!” Akane said
“Shove it!” Ranma closed the door. Akane sure could be a pain at times. He went
to the other bathroom and started his shower. When he finally came out of the
shower and into the kicthken Kasumi said “Oh my! It’s your birthday isn’t it?”
“Yea” said Ranma.

Kasumi said “I’ve fixed a feast! We’ll have it later today! Also,Ranma some
young ladies have showed up and say they’ll give you a SPECIAL birthday
present!” Ranma walked towards the door. Ukyo and Shampoo were standing there
in their skimpest,laciest clothes fighting. Ukyo said “I’m better in bed than
you!!” Shapo siad”You rely on toy! Shampoo REAL woman” Ranma said “Stop it
chicks.”    Akane ran down the stairs mallet in hand and hit both Uyko and
Shampoo. “He’s not interested in any of YOU!” Ukyo said “Well,he’s not
interesting a flat chested uncute little $^& like YOU either!” Shampoo said
“Shampoo REAL woman!!” Ranma said ‘Whatever and turned away” Akane said “I’m
your REAL fiancee! I SHOULD have sex with you!!” Ukyo said “I’m your fiance and
I’m MUCH cuter than YOU!” Shampoo said “Shampoo REAL woman!” Ranma said”The old
man would get pissed if I slept with anyone except Akane. Sorry,gals” Akane
hugged Ranma and they went up to his room. Ranma siad “You may be my real
fiancee but you probaly can’t suck dick worth a CRAP” Akane said “OH yes I
CAN!” and pulled Ranma’s pants down. She started licking his dick slowly and
then started to suck. “Oh GOD Akane! You CAN suck dick!!” Nabiki siad “How many
yen WILL people pay for this?” “NABIKI!!!” they both said and Akane stopped
sucking Ranma’s dick long enough to hit her sister over the head with a mallet.

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SM Dub immune!

Early adulthood has made her a crusading moe monster. Which I created. By adding so many corpses to the zombie cutie army.

Originally not posted on 8th of March (of the Minis).

During my stay in Kyoto I went to several matsuri with a woman I had met at the local Goethe institute. They organised regular meetings for their German learners with native speakers and she had asked me if I would be interested to go to some of the local festivals with her.

Anyway, one of the nighttime festivals involved some walking up to the premises where the ceremony was held and we overheard a Korean woman walking in front of us talking to her friend in her native language. I commented to my friend that I liked how Korean woman talk and that it always sounds as if they’re complaining about something. I think she heard us too since she turned around to look at me, with a puzzled look on her face. Although I might be making that last part up as it was really to dark to tell for sure. I already thought so back in Kyoto. I have a clear recollection of me doubting my recollection then.

Anyway, when I had just come to Japan some fellow exchange students from Korea taught me how to eat with chopsticks. I had bought some instant ramen type food and had trouble eating it. The other students saw me and explained to me how to use them properly. I was very relieved because I already had some troubles managing those sticks in the university cafeteria at lunch time.

Actually that wasn’t the first time I had someone explain the use of chopsticks to me but the first time I gave up because it seemed easier to eat with my fingers then. That was at our university’s bounenkai where among other food we ate some karaage which then were just chicken wings to me (even though they’re not really wings but they looked like that on first impression). So some of the credit goes to the female student who had started studying Japanese in the same semester as me and tried to teach me how to properly eat Japanese food when I wasn’t yet feeling the necessity to seriously give it a try.

I master things pretty quickly but it’s usually the second or third attempt after several half assed ones. My Japanese friends were seemingly impressed by how quickly I had learned to use those sticks but maybe they were just being polite, paying compliments. I myself was/am not polite so wouldn’t have been able to tell even if I had tried, I guess. Instead I tried to resist stereotyping but I guess I was hyper correcting the prejudices of my own culture.

The Korean exchange students got increasingly pissed off at me though for me never returning the favor of showing considerateness. When I brought a scissor to the common room kitchen the one who taught me how to use chopsticks expressed his anger by asking me if i was going to use it for cutting the noodles short implying I still had trouble with Asian cuisine. I laughed and commented on his remark being “a good one”. That helped them figure me out much faster than any of the other nationality students did especially the European and other Western country ones.

When I started spending time in the common living room many interpreted that as my initial reservedness softening and me opening up to the other dormitory residents. One of the Korean students got it right though when he asked me if I was saving heating expenses by spending time in the already heated common room. Winters in Kyoto aren’t particularly cold but you still need to heat.

This wasn’t the same one who made the comment about the scissors but they were friends and usually came to the kitchen in a group of three. If I had been more compassionate I would probably have offered to help him with his German studies. Instead I always waited for people to ask me for help. So he got help from another German exchange student who incidentally also became good friends with an female American student who had shown interest in me from the first day we met in Japanese class. I really hurt her by being the wrong kind of asshole. Her strong and openly expressed disappointment demonstrated my inabilities to me very effectively but what was I supposed to do about it?

One of the other Korean students who didn’t always hang out with the other group I wrote about above but still was good friends with them tried to become friends with me as well. I didn’t dislike him or anything but when you always sabotage people’s attempts to get close to you the ones who are used to experience this kind of behavior from certain people will naturally assume you’re of the same kind. When he touched my shoulder affectionately greeting me in the cafeteria one time in the latter half of my one year stay it felt really good. But as usual I didn’t let it show.

I didn’t just recently remember all of this, most of the above I frequently remembered during the last few years. It’s just my tough luck that men are the ones more willing to take a direct approach. But only women can give me the incentive to try to overcome my inability to put passive understanding to active practice. However passiveness is a habit easy to fall back upon.

I’m emotionally retarded. I like to say it like it is and I can admit the truth even if it’s supposed to hurt me.

That part of my island, it’s still full of magic, still governed by its simple rules.

And I suck at RTS. Which is also due to my retardation. I’m blind to the truth when some other, more easily to understand issue I can easily clear is there to distract me.

I had a moment of truth only hours after when it would have been useful. It decided yesterday’s poisonous diet though and it felt very good too.

I’m a control freak. If I feel like I’m in control I can forget about the things I can’t control. Confront me with something I can’t control I remember the other things I can’t control and the burden of injustice is very heavy all of a sudden.

I see what you did there.

Don’t you feel that too many games are too similar to each other. They make you do the same things over and over again. The challenge disappears when you know what to do even before you do it. This should give you a hint of how many things you wanted to cure I already cleared on my own.

I’m not haunted by images of me getting run over by trains when I’m waiting for one anymore. Suicidal is not me. I won that battle already.

People are not objects even if they enjoy being treated like them in play. Play is not 24/7. Life is not a novel even though novels imitate life. Reality is not fiction even if reality is expressed in fiction.

I cut up my love doll because it started making me feel pathetic for even having bought it. I wanted to get rid of feeling pathetic and seal the possibility to use it again. I kept the breasts because I was also shocked by the waste of money it turned out to be, which then felt like quite a lot to me.

When I understood what the Silence of the Lambs actually meant the similarity scared me too. But fiction doesn’t govern reality but the other way round. I make my own reality and I govern my fiction.

You can admit bitter truths without falling for their traps. I’m not a slave to reality but I am its master.

You and I, we both wield very powerful magic. Yet your magic cannot win unless I allow it to and the other way round. But your o-suwari is absolute. You can trust me on that.

Good news, teuto-illiterates! Since the last installment everyone in Germany learned perfect English, even the st00pid politicians. So you can enjoy the sequel in the language the world was meant to speak. And since games are becoming less and less cool this time as a movie!

Here’s a transcript of the trailer:

Journalist: I must say your argument that pirates steal not only from the industry but also society as a whole and that the spread of piracy eats away the foundation of things to pirate even getting produced is really making a difference in the world. Who would have thought that people actually can’t resist a good argument?

Angela: Yes indeed, who would have thought.

Journalist: But you being a representative of the Christian party surely there must be another dimension to your argument. When will you reveal your true intentions and use it to combat childless singles and couples?

Angela: But I would never suggest such a thing! *hair blush*

Journalist: Well maybe you shouldn’t. The opposition has come up with a reform of the pension scheme in which pensions will be payed by the individual and not the younger generation. Also instead of supporting families and encouraging child birth money should be spent on the educational system instead.

Angela: That’s a good program. You think I can steal copy twat one as well before they kick me out of office?

Journalist: You just might. Also, you’ll be happy to hear that fascism has become trendy again.

Angela: I was so waiting for that day! Return of the §218!!!1eintz!!1 Thank you for the interview!

Do guys really enjoy facializing women? Speaking from experience I have to say the answer is yes. Do women really enjoy having their face covered in cum? Speaking from experience I have to say not really. Some might, but it didn’t really do much for me. It’s really something that seems to be totally hot when you see it in porn but turns out not particularly great once you experience it. Being on the receiving side, I mean. Shooting your load on a face is a fantastic feeling for a guy. So is shooting it on a stomach, on tits, on an ass or inside a pussy. Well essentially shooting your load feels good. Who would have thought.

So are facials just something guys learn to like by watching porn? I don’t really think so. Porn is made mostly by men for men and it depicts their fantasies and expectations. That the women in porn are often faking it is a given and most of the time you can tell too.

So are facials humiliating? Yes. As is getting on your knees to give head. Or getting on all fours to get mounted. But that is exactly what makes it hot. Do guys want to humiliate women? Not in general. Some do but most just follow their instincts. So do women want to be humiliated? Not in general. Some do but most just follow their instincts.

It’s only humiliating when you feel that way. And can’t enjoy the parts that are enjoyable. And if you don’t enjoy something to the degree of dislike you shouldn’t let anybody do it to you. But you should also try to understand your significant other. They don’t hate you and they weren’t programmed to do things to you that you don’t like. They might just enjoy some things you don’t. Surely there’s enough things that you both enjoy. Accept their likes as they should accept your dislikes.

What you shouldn’t do is spy on your significant other to find out what disgusting things he really wants to do to you. And then punish him for it without ever talking about it.

Oh, but if I talk to him about it he will end up talking me into it as he’s so good with words. Well, put him to the test. Does he really accept a no even after he spent a lot of time to convince you to try it? If not, then well this is clearly an abusive relationship. You better separate him then.

That would be going too far, you say? He really isn’t that bad but maybe he won’t be able to control himself when he’s about to come? Well maybe you kind of already agreed to it. Maybe you actually prefer it to, let’s say, drinking it. Maybe you can do it if you trust him enough to allow it. Maybe it’s something he can look forward to in the future.

Why am I repeating stuff from sex counseling articles? Can’t you go out and find those yourself. Is this really what you expect to read here, what you come here for?

And don’t you agree that this article is much better than yesterday’s?

Anybody remember the original Super Mario Kart and its battle mode? I loved that one. Made the game worthwhile even though I don’t really like racing games.

In that battle mode the best item to have was of course the red shell. When I got one I usually headed for the open space in the middle of each course and tried to take the opponent head on. Even if I couldn’t see them I often would just let the red shell loose as it is easy to get another one as long as the opponent doesn’t break the chain. And in the open space the shell has enough room to turn and get the opponent even if they are behind you.

You can of course look at the opponent’s screen to see in which color sector they are to go chase them. Or you can check in the same way if they can see you which means they’re already behind you. But I often blindly shot the shell relying on pure intuition. The majority of times I just missed. But when I hit them it was spectacular.

Porn. In a way it’s the ultimate tool of male emancipation. Skip all the flirting, dating, compliments, money spending, caring, etc. Canned sexuality of a few women obsoleting the rest of them. Cheating the majority of women of reaping the benefits of their sexual predicament. Porn. It’s my poison. It’s my literature. It’s my solitude. It’s my “can’t get laid in Germany”.

Feeds. Cheating me of my well deserved hits.

Indifference. Not caring about what people think. Not caring for achievements. Not being subject to opinion. Not being easily manipulated. Avoiding achievement. Taking the money. Taking the info. Not taking sides. Understanding everything. Cheating the educational system of their trophy. Cheating society of my gift.

Decency. Cheating men of those would be sluts craving to be unchained.

Home. My home is my castle. It’s my refuge. The world must stay outside. No duties to anybody but myself. Privacy. Not caring about appearance. Slacking off. Enjoying myself. Cheating the world of its star.

Showering. Cheating horny sluts of that sweet ripe smell.

Brilliance. Observation. Keen intellect. Open eyes. Quick grasp. Cheating people of their defenses. Cheating them of their secrets. Cheating them of the silence of shame.

Spycams. Cheating me of my “most brilliant mind in the history of the universe”-superiority.

You want to be my pimp? You want to be my dealer? Please throw some pills in my coke. Please throw me some. Please. Please!

Pass da sword on the left hand side
Pass da sword on the left hand side
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
We got the beats
You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum
Pass da sword on the left hand side
Pass da sword on the left hand side
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

Best book since Tokio Hotel, Final Fantasy and Dollhouse. And yes, I know none of those are books.

But really, best book since Palahniuk’s Diary. And Emanuela and LAMB.

I wonder if maybe now that TH’s success has dropped to normal levels and Sido still being on the rise the feature he was suggesting years back might have a better chance of actually happening… If Bill Kaulitz and Sido were to team up I’d make them rape my ass and mouth so hard they can’t move their hips anymore from all the hard and deep thrusting. I want the tips of their obscenely long cocks to touch inside my stomach and kiss each other!

And by them I mean their fan turned fiction boo hoo lighters, of course.

Look at him. He’s huge!

First you do this a few times…

Then you get this…

you won. And since you’re a Zelda 2 type boss, you also lost. Sucks, doesn’t it? Because a good boss needs to lose for the game to be won. So everybody loses, me, you-me and us.

I won’t continue, I won’t retry, I’ll just be miserable. Because that’s how I do things.

Titanic > FFX > me > internet > James Cameron > Avatar