So tonight...or last night, i went to a club in shibuya by the name of eggman. It was to see a friend named grant, this stocky Chinese-New Zealander. Grant looked like a much much thicker version of dizzy from Supernaturals and he was decked out with a navy blue...everything, from the new york shirt to the bandanna and some big old gold (or
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also, once we start tsurundering, you're never going to have another casual conversation with a Japanese person ever until I leave. it would be like having a chat with an American and their ten food prayis mantis pal. the J-folk will be sweating and frantically eyeing the exits, and you'll be like hey what's up? then they'll pretty much shout AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!! and fucking run for their lives.
this will be our social life. I apologize in advance.
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WE'RE GONNA OWN THAT BOY.
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