The best thing about Ichigo Mashimaro girls is I keep getting older and they stay the same age. Barasui better not pull a fucking Nanoha on me or else… or else I’m going to cry myself to sleep every night.

That is not usually where I aim, but it’s close enough. After all, I am still working on improving my marksmanship. I’m nowhere near being able to consistently unload surgical strikes with no collateral damage.

Am I the only one who is a little bit concerned about Miu’s behavior? She is showing violent tendencies and I’m afraid that if nothing is done she might end up becoming an alcoholic rapist.

Despite popular belief, there are certain things I refuse to pump no matter how tight they might be. Air polluters happen to be one of those things. If you enjoy sticking it up the smoke hole, you can find instructions on how to do so here.

Seeing Chika’s cute socks makes me want to soil them with my seed of love.

I hate towels. You know what, I hate life in general. How come naked sixth graders never rush into the bathroom when I’m taking baths? Is it because I’m a male? That’s discrimination!

The fourth leg looks like a fifth leg.

Old people want what old people can’t get. No delicious fruit for you, priest.

Impossible! Parents in Ichigo Mashimaro? No way!
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