テク地価各位はなその

鞍手氏らにかな墨ら母各位町背地味いといら身核にともちそくにみい
といすにら名とりんしなしいと crazy keyboard,　ら気す oh right there it is, how to turn off the katakana on this freakin thing, so...anyway...obviously I am in Tokyo. hey everybody. this is a cool place everyone is like way polite and smiley and maybe a little bit too polite and too smiley in a creep you out kind of way sometimes and last night the food i was eating kept trying to escape from the plate, but thats cool and nothing on this fr@kin keyboard is where it is supposed to be, dont expect any serious punctuation in this post alright - but anyway, i have a question. this is my question. when she found out i was coming here this way cute japanese punk babe said to me oh, hey, can you get me some coto cake its like my favorite ever in the world cake and i just cant get it over here. so im all sure babe, no problem, and shes like really grateful and i havent even got her the cake yet. and i get here, and i go into this shop called the family convenience store and im asking this no english guy do you have coto cake and hes all confused and shows me the whole shop and finally we get to the cake aisle and all the packages are in ちと市八八 ninja script so i cant find any coto cake and i keep saying coto coto coto and he finally gets it and hes all yeah here, this is the one, and i look at it and i figure no way. its like this plain vanilla sponge cake slice thing. like nothing anyone could possibly be longing for as a taste from home kind of thing. and im like no way man, this cant be coto cake and hes all yeah yeah, coto coto, so i buy a big lump of it for her and a little slice for me and i go back to my digs and i make a little espresso and i open the pack and i taste this stuff and like...wow. is it. BORING. so now i am stuck with a huge lump of this stuff and i know when i take it home she is going to look at it and go, no way, that is not coto cake you dumrian, and i aint going to get any rumpy pumpy points for all this work, which as you know, is the whole reason why we do ANYTHING for chicks, actually.

so this is my question.

at the moment i am keeping the hope alive, the little candle burning, that maybe this really is the cake she was looking for and she is going to get all emotional about it and jump me and that will be cool, but the question is, isnt it funny how the foods we grow up with, as children, those are like the BEST foods ever and someone completely different who didnt grow up with them, taste them and is all like YUK HOW CAN YOU EAT THAT CRらP but for the person whose childhood it is, they can only taste the taste of being ten years old again, and not the yuk taste.

anyway, that was my question. actually i hope she can taste the taste of being 17 again, not ten, but you know what i mean. or what. where is the question mark on this freakin keyboard地の地の熊

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My system is infected with tiny ancient warriors?

So I was surfing a babe site the other day and my computer started flashing and beeping like, completely freaking out, and there's warnings and things loading and unloading and it's telling me to click here and click there and I'mm like totally doing WHATEVER it tells me to do because it's a computer right, it knows what it needs, and then it asks for my bank details so I figure, cool, it must want to put money in my account, right, how good is that? and stuff starts happening like everytime I do a google search I get this webpage for russian girls looking for husbands, but none of them are rats, so that's boring anyway it's like the totally most RADICAL morning of computerage I've had in ages, like some wild jelly shots ride through the Moscow metro at midnight, you know? And when it's over this virus program pops up and tells me I have trojans.

So let me get this straight. Somehow these little tiny ancient warriors like Brad Pitt (ewwwwww) have got into me and are running around in what, my blood or something, and doing who knows what in there? Like are they attacking Spartans or what is these little guys do? I wouldn't mind too much if I could say, talk to them, and ask them to like totally get rid of that itchy ass fungus stuff that keeps growing under my toe claws, because if they could do that I would be STOKED, and they could like attack it with their little swords and chase that stuff away and if they would, I would totally let them have a party in my colon because since I did the DETOX thing with Amber that is the cleanest part of me where they could live.