ARGH! Damn you Japan! Damn You!
A little something I found on Something Awful just for Matt.
(Just die now and avoid the pain)
“Master…” he muttered softly and felt his blood warm. He had forgotten that Vegeta had forbidden him to call him that. It was a good thing that he was still asleep or he would be in a lot of trouble. “My prince…”
He let his fingers run idly along the edge of the sheets then lifted them over his head and slowly climbed on to the bed. The heady scent of his master quickly surrounded him and almost toppled him. It was warm and fragrantly comforting. Goku was charged with an instant impulse to purr, but he restrained himself. He did not want to waken Vegeta. Not yet. His tail had no reservations about curling and lashing against the sheets. Its frenzied behavior was a result of Vegeta's scent and Goku had absolutely no way of controlling it.
Despite the actions of his tail, he moved very carefully, crawling forward on his hands and knees on either side of Vegeta's naked body. When he reached his target, he hovered over the warmth that was his master and studied his sizeable flesh.
The master is…large , he mused. Of course, he had known this, having seen the master in his bath, but somehow, up close, the member was even more amazing.
He ran his fingers down the long shaft and watched in surprise as it grew larger. Goku let out a small breath, stirring the dark hair that surrounded the rigid appendage. More of the prince's scent swirled around him. He thought that he would collapse from the heady aroma. None of his other masters had smelled this good. Oh, they had tried to hide their natural scents with perfumed oils and fruit based creams, but their underlying odors had always managed to sicken Goku.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with people?!? Honestly, porn and plotline have their own places, and those places aren't together. Or even nearby. This is the kind of shit that makes the world hate us. Can you imagine being pushed around by the most powerful country in the world if it was full of people wanting to read a hundred pages of sweaty ape/men gay action? Just die already. I can think of a name that instantly comes to mind when I came across this article. A veritable captain commanding the ship of social entropy. DRAB. Now for those of you who don't know the guy, I'll just let you in on a few details. And I'll try to be fair and balanced (sic).
On the positive side:
He's a pretty humorous guy at times.
He hasn't tried to kill me....yet.
On the negative side:
The guy doesn't wash his damn hair. Even if your excuse was "a psychotic smack addict in my basement will stab my dick off if I retain any semblence of clean," I still wouldn't be convinced. We're talking plague strands here.
If this obviously-past-puberty bastard hits another note one octave away from being out of the human hearing range, I'm going to shatter like a pane of glass. Honestly, when a guy talks like a three year old girl my natural reaction is almost to scream and run away. Nice job, child molestor.
Imagine a world where you can hold a conversation with someone without a reference to an obscure anime/manga/Japanese anything. Now imagine that little Eden is taken away and raped to death. Yatta!
The man wears female clothing. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against transvestites. I only discriminate against the kind that paralyze infants with their hair and then eats the helpless whelps whole. But not before destroying them with vigorous shakes. Damn baby-shaking Communists.
Did I mention the smell? I know the hair is bad, but the whole package is even worse. Congrats Drab, I now know what an undead alchemist smells like.
We could also point out Anthony, but that is a whole other battle. He's got some issues but not the kind that revives the spirit of capital punishment. We'll save that war for another time.
(Just die now and avoid the pain)
“Master…” he muttered softly and felt his blood warm. He had forgotten that Vegeta had forbidden him to call him that. It was a good thing that he was still asleep or he would be in a lot of trouble. “My prince…”
He let his fingers run idly along the edge of the sheets then lifted them over his head and slowly climbed on to the bed. The heady scent of his master quickly surrounded him and almost toppled him. It was warm and fragrantly comforting. Goku was charged with an instant impulse to purr, but he restrained himself. He did not want to waken Vegeta. Not yet. His tail had no reservations about curling and lashing against the sheets. Its frenzied behavior was a result of Vegeta's scent and Goku had absolutely no way of controlling it.
Despite the actions of his tail, he moved very carefully, crawling forward on his hands and knees on either side of Vegeta's naked body. When he reached his target, he hovered over the warmth that was his master and studied his sizeable flesh.
The master is…large , he mused. Of course, he had known this, having seen the master in his bath, but somehow, up close, the member was even more amazing.
He ran his fingers down the long shaft and watched in surprise as it grew larger. Goku let out a small breath, stirring the dark hair that surrounded the rigid appendage. More of the prince's scent swirled around him. He thought that he would collapse from the heady aroma. None of his other masters had smelled this good. Oh, they had tried to hide their natural scents with perfumed oils and fruit based creams, but their underlying odors had always managed to sicken Goku.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with people?!? Honestly, porn and plotline have their own places, and those places aren't together. Or even nearby. This is the kind of shit that makes the world hate us. Can you imagine being pushed around by the most powerful country in the world if it was full of people wanting to read a hundred pages of sweaty ape/men gay action? Just die already. I can think of a name that instantly comes to mind when I came across this article. A veritable captain commanding the ship of social entropy. DRAB. Now for those of you who don't know the guy, I'll just let you in on a few details. And I'll try to be fair and balanced (sic).
On the positive side:
He's a pretty humorous guy at times.
He hasn't tried to kill me....yet.
On the negative side:
The guy doesn't wash his damn hair. Even if your excuse was "a psychotic smack addict in my basement will stab my dick off if I retain any semblence of clean," I still wouldn't be convinced. We're talking plague strands here.
If this obviously-past-puberty bastard hits another note one octave away from being out of the human hearing range, I'm going to shatter like a pane of glass. Honestly, when a guy talks like a three year old girl my natural reaction is almost to scream and run away. Nice job, child molestor.
Imagine a world where you can hold a conversation with someone without a reference to an obscure anime/manga/Japanese anything. Now imagine that little Eden is taken away and raped to death. Yatta!
The man wears female clothing. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against transvestites. I only discriminate against the kind that paralyze infants with their hair and then eats the helpless whelps whole. But not before destroying them with vigorous shakes. Damn baby-shaking Communists.
Did I mention the smell? I know the hair is bad, but the whole package is even worse. Congrats Drab, I now know what an undead alchemist smells like.
We could also point out Anthony, but that is a whole other battle. He's got some issues but not the kind that revives the spirit of capital punishment. We'll save that war for another time.
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