Wow. She came. Twice.

Mister Impostor does not seem to be doing so well.

Sometimes it is okay to judge a book by its cover. I do not need to read Mein Kampf to know it is a terrible book.

She is very into it.

Two Rauls? Also, even Tales From The Crypt was not this creepy.

Ha. Cue cards.

Ryoko is a troll.

Silly and sexy.

Silly and grotesque.

Holy heavenly hellfire.

Silly.

A bunch of girls. Standing in rows. Out in a field. At night. In the rain. Smiling. Not the least bit creepy at all.

Ba Bloing Da. Or is it Da Ba Bloing? Or maybe it is Ba Da Bloing? The count now stands at one hundred and forty-three non-imaginary boob jobs, sixty-five imaginary boob jobs, fourteen non-imaginary hand jobs, thirteen imaginary hand jobs, three thigh jobs, one rim job, twenty-four rapes, and twenty-three pairs of extra characters/background characters engaging in explicitly lewd activities.

I have to hand it to her. She did great after she disarmed herself.

Wow. It only took a few pages for it to go from friend chocolate to lover chocolate.

I do not like the English being Japanese-ified.

Those two girls only ever have S&M on the brain.

The king is the king, he is going to keep fucking, no matter what.

Womp, womp, womp, waaaaaa.

Yay! I finally get to read the sequel!