@ Ashley, that was splendid.

Basically most of the anime fanbase consist of “faggots.” Not the “gays and lesbians,” per say; but the spineless punks who are too weak to even be creative enough to use a nickname.

I’ve been asking: “Where are all the story-tellers? Where are all the people who made stories about young (and good-looking) guys who have the balls to defend their own balls?” Did everything ended with Ranma Saotome getting kicked in the balls? Will America be eternally doomed to be the dumping ground for shows about faggoty male leads being surrounded by people way cooler than him?

I always thought that Tomino’s Gundam was way better than Fukuda/Morosawa’s otaku-piss version of Gundam anyway.

This bitch makes it all worth it.

http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=1786

The longest running oav series in history, with the largest voice cast ever of any production. If you’re looking for something manly, epic and human than LoGH is what you’re looking for. GGG, Gurren Lagann and even Gundam seem small compared to the epic scope of this series.

I’m surprised at how seriously people are responding to this.

Ashley…that was awesome.

You think that just because you can spell the word, “manliness” that you’re free to toss it around as you please.

You’re a fucking 19 yr. old male whose favorite show revolves around a ten year old girl playing dress up with a fucking magical stuffed animal.

You’re obviously too pussy to go pick up real women so you have to resort to fantasizing over prepubescent girls. I mean, the 18 and over crowd are all a bunch of worthless, stupid bitches because they don’t want to willingly spread their legs for a catch like you? Might as well stick to those Pre-K babes by the McDonald’s ball pit and slowly work yourself up to asking Susie to the 6th grade social.

Then again, you’re probably too shitless to make an effort to talk to any upright, living thing with a vage.

Also, please consider the fact that you spend over a hundred dollars on fucking pillowcases that end up as glorified semen deposit boxes before you go calling anyone else a moron. Surprisingly, some men prefer the soft, pillowy warmth of another human being’s chest to a flat expanse of 50/50 polyester-cotton blend. Well, at least she’ll never be able to tell you that your dick’s pathetic and you whine like a bitch during orgasm.

In short, I’ve probably plucked more hair from my eyebrows in the past week than you have been able to grow on your sac during your entire lifetime. Please kindly slam your cock in a car door next time you open your mouth and try to extol the virtues of manliness.

PS-If I wanted to see shitty art, I’d hand Michael J. Fox a crayon and tell him to go at it.

This is actually the precursor to this post and a response to these posts, only because I’m prompted by this post in reminding everyone that the more you spam your blog the bigger your visitor count penis gets!
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