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Another one of his Japanese animes had ended and he had nothing to do. For the past two days, he spent every hour watching K-ON, eating cheetoes and drinking copious amounts of Mountain Dew. He had filled up several piss bottles, refusing to leave his chair for even a minute. His flaming bowling shirt had many stains on it, both from eating and from his "anime breaks."

His unwashed hair reached down to his shoulder, having not seen shampoo in months. People told him girls didn't like that, but he could only scoff and say "Woman are delusional for not loving my knowledge of Japanese TV shows and how I can speak their native language."

Getting up from his chair, he rubbed his proud neckmane, untouched by razors since the tender age of 13. Ten years in the making.

He still lived at home, his parents had tried to get him a job. His dad set him up with interviews where he could just sit at a desk all day and look over reports, something so he was not downstairs all the time, yet he always showed up the same to his interviews. Fedora, running shoes, cargo shorts, knee high socks and wolf shirt. Besids, he had a job on the internet. He was a freelance anime blogger who talked about the newest animes and how they were. That and pwning noobs on gaming boards for not liking a game he thought was amazing.

Yet, our little neckbeard felt lonely. He wanted a girlfriend like from his Japanese animes. Virgin, pink hair, big boobs, a round ass and undying loyalty.
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Next chapter please
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What's this autobiography going to be called?
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DirkDiggles posted...

What's this autobiography going to be called?

I don't know, I have to ask the guy that I'm ghost writing for.
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Moar
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Kitt posted...

Another one of his Japanese animes had ended and he had nothing to do. For the past two days, he spent every hour watching K-ON, eating cheetoes and drinking copious amounts of Mountain Dew. He had filled up several piss bottles, refusing to leave his chair for even a minute. His flaming bowling shirt had many stains on it, both from eating and from his "anime breaks."

His unwashed hair reached down to his shoulder, having not seen shampoo in months. People told him girls didn't like that, but he could only scoff and say "Woman are delusional for not loving my knowledge of Japanese TV shows and how I can speak their native language."

Getting up from his chair, he rubbed his proud neckmane, untouched by razors since the tender age of 13. Ten years in the making.

He still lived at home, his parents had tried to get him a job. His dad set him up with interviews where he could just sit at a desk all day and look over reports, something so he was not downstairs all the time, yet he always showed up the same to his interviews. Fedora, running shoes, cargo shorts, knee high socks and wolf shirt. Besids, he had a job on the internet. He was a freelance anime blogger who talked about the newest animes and how they were. That and pwning noobs on gaming boards for not liking a game he thought was amazing.

Yet, our little neckbeard felt lonely. He wanted a girlfriend like from his Japanese animes. Virgin, pink hair, big boobs, a round ass and undying loyalty.

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DirkDiggles posted...

What's this autobiography going to be called?

What happened: Bernie Sanders
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