After 23 years in Britain I have finally been allowed to return to my beautiful, unspoilt homeland. A quiet, peaceful land of four seasons. I did find it quite odd that they are making me apply for an alien registration card, do they not know that we Takeda’s are an ancient and proud Japanese family? So I have been here for three weeks and have done even less kendo than Najaf, those who were there to witness my “fall” can attest to the fact that my body would be in no state to do anything for a very long time. I did do some searching however, and there is a club 10 minutes away that practices on Saturday and Sunday mornings and looks a bit like Wakaba. I also went to Akihabara of a Sunday… It was raining a bit that day, this was fortunate because something was required to wash away the secretions of ten thousand simultaneous cry wanks. There were lots of girls dressed up like maids, who were not that pretty but did look very young, each of these girls would be surrounded by about thirty dudes with cameras, and many of them had massive, expensive cameras with big lenses and flashes, I felt like telling them that half the worlds population are female and if you talk to enough of them you will find one who wants to have sex with you. Now it’s picture time:
This is a melon flavour KitKat
This a guy who claims he is straight (the Baliey’s he is drinking has been watered down with Cream Soda)
