It was a dark and stormy night,
when the people of the unholy citadel
A squid eating dough in a polyethylene
seven words is too difficult and unfun
my mother never taught me to count
", complained the angry protesters marching outside the
Unholy Citadel of 6ch, where they were
night, Suika licked her lips and said "
you can't handle a strong independent woman"
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which was used to slay the mightiest
otaku molester in all of Akihabara City.
A light spring breeze played mischievously amongst
posts, deleted by users. It was then
that the austroloid double nigger invented a
new form of interpretive dance, consisting mainly
of painful bodily contortions and butt slaps.
Those few who mastered it were rewarded
the biggest fucking dildo they could fit
into Yukaris loose gaping hole. Since then
all is lost. How I weep for
this generation that will live to see
as the atrocities commuted only to find
they form an infinite Abelian group under
a distinctive mass of the stinkiest feet
that wonders why rules eight and nine
were skipped for such a lame joke.
Meanwhile, in Reimus bathroom, Marisa was preparing
vegetables because Reimu's kitchen pluming was having
difficulty convecting due to its viscosity. Reimu
meanwhile, was using the kitchen sink as
a tokamak for a makeshift fusion generator,
that worked with energy of youkais from
Youkai mountain. "Drat," she said. "Now I'll
never be voted Gensokyo's greatest yamato nadeshiko."
Suddenly, she noticed that her nipples had
been replaced with tiny danmaku bullets. This
was highly arousing to the nearby otaku
sucked dry by Sanae. Reimu was really
shit. In other news, a giant huge
cool daddy statue was blocking the way
strapon was worn by Suika Ibuki herself.
In that precious moment so fondly remembered,
Ibuki Suika sexually dominated me while drunk