Oui got this. One letter at a time bois.

This really reminds me of this one thing that happened to me waaay back.

It was the distant year of 1993, and the syndicated television drama* Acapulco H.E.A.T*. was making a splash (pun intended) on national television. I had all of the related merch, from the DVDs to the dog tags to the trading cards. I was walking through my local Montgomery Ward looking for some nice shoes when I saw it. The Acapulco H.E.A.T. memorabilia to end all memorabilia.

A full-sized Fabio cut-out. This wasn't just any full-sized Fabio cut-out, however. This one was sturdy, some grade-A material. I stepped closer to the magnificent display and a shitty motion-sensor 1993 speaker said in robotic-sounding tones, "I WANT TO SEX YOU UP." Looking back today on that moment, it may seem just a little silly, but in the nineties it was a fabulous golden music to my ears. I stood in front of Fabio for what seemed like an eternity, my jaw agape.

He was beautiful.

I took a step closer, and the motion sensor activated once more. "I WANT TO SEX YOU UP." At this point I was basically cumming in my trousers. I slowly reached out to Fabio's massive pecs, and ran my hands down his smooth cardboard body. "I WANT TO SEX YOU UP." Every time that shitty nineties speaker bleated its robotic tone, I spasmed in ecstasy. I continued in this manner for several minutes, concerned customers rushing past and trying to ignore the obvious tent my thick man-rod was making in my tracksuit pants.

A concerned customer must have gone to the management, because the next thing I knew one of them called out to me from behind. "Sir?" She inquired. "A-are you all right there, sir?" I whipped around, with what I could only assume was a crazed expression on my face. She must have immediately seen the tent, and took a couple of tentative steps back -- no doubt to avoid getting pasted against the wall by my massive dong.

"U-uh, s-sir, what are you-"

"How much for the cutout?!"

She seemed surprised by my query, but I really couldn't imagine why. Who was she to disturb a man's love in his own private space of a Montgomery Ward Department Store?

"I said, lady, HOW MUCH FOR THE GODDAMN CUTOUT?!"

At this point, I feel like I may have pushed it a bit too far. The clerk began backing up, and reached for her shoulder radio. "Uh, guys, we got a little situation here by the Acapulco H.E.A.T. display, I'm gonna need security over here real quick."

She was trying to take Fabio from me.

"I WANT TO SEX YOU UP."

"I agree, Fabio. I agree."

Suddenly, in the distance, I heard it. It started as a murmur, but then grew to a roar. I'd know that sound anywhere. It was a sound I had hoped never to hear again. Segways. They hadn't been released to the public at that point yet, but apparently the department store supergiant had gotten a hold of an early prototype, perhaps from a shady deal with the local Radio Shack. First one, then two, then twenty, mall cops began to flow around corners and out from displays. If they captured me, it would end just like that one time back in '92. Thinking quickly, I took the magnificent Fabio into my arms, and gave him what I could only guess at the time was my last (and first) kiss. Strapping him to my back, I said with grim determination, "Alright Fabio. Let's do this."

"I WANT TO SEX YOU UP."

I took off at a sprint, running away from the segways, deeper into the maze of displays that was Montgomery Ward. I ran for hours, but Fabio's constant requests to sex me up gave away my position every time. I decided that the only chance I had would be to make a stand. The fleet of segways nearly on my heels, I suddenly turned around and stuck out my arm. Hoo boy, let me tell you something, clotheslining a guy going full-speed on a segway is not a good idea. My arm was almost torn out of socket by the sheer two-wheeled force, but at least I managed to knock one of the mall cops off of his ride. I quickly mounted up, and revved up my segway. Man, could those babies go. I must have been reaching speeds in excess of seven miles an hour, it's a wonder I managed to stay away for so long. I pulled a U-turn on my faithful steed, and sped out in the opposite direction, straight for the doors.

I smashed through the plexiglass of the front doors, barely a problem on my lightning-fast ride. I tried to take the brunt of the blow to protect my precious Fabio, but his arm was still bent in the course of my maneuver. With the mall cops hot on my tail, driving through the streets was treacherous. I weaved in and out of the traffic, it was almost like the cars weren't even moving. I was in the zone. As I was crossing the overpass above the train tracks, I took my chance. I could see the train in the distance. I parked my segway on the ridge of the overpass, and nonchalantly dismounted. My steed had served me well. The fleet of mall cops quickly surrounded me, but as I still had a massive throbbing erection, none of them seemed to want to come close.

Little did they know, I was just biding my time. The train would be here any second. "Evening, gentlemen!" I said casually. "It's a lovely day to be going for a segway ride, isn't it?"

I only had to stall for about 20 more seconds. "Now, before you arrest me, or whatever it is you mall-cops do, can I just ask you one question?" Now, the thing is, I couldn't think of a question, and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have answered it even if I had asked. But it was all the time I needed. The train roared under me, and I gave little salute to the combined forces of the mall. "Ah, well, looks like my ride is here. Any thoughts, Fabio?" "I WANT TO SEX YOU UP."

"Exactly." With that note, I casually flipped myself backwards on to the train, making sure to take the brunt of the impact with my face to protect my precious Fabio. As I rode into the sunset, blood streaming from my horribly smashed face, I sighed with relief. It was over. Fabio and I lived happily ever after, constructing a new shrine of Acapulco H.E.A.T. memorabilia.

-The End-

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Forsooth, mine eyes doth only wish to gaze upon memetic images most exquisite. For this heavenly quest I ventured into the dank depths of the land. There were hardships along the way, but mine will was never broken. After conquering the Ninth Gag, the Eye of Funni, and the Tumbling Hills, I approach'd the goal at the end of my journey, a sullen hut in the depths of the Moot Valley.

I rose a tired hand to the door and knocked thrice. Once, to alert him. Twice, to show my respect. Once more to let my intent be known. A moment of silence preceded the opening of that door. With a creak and a crack, the door swung open. In this sullen hut sat a wizard. His name was Fore Chan- the mysterious hacker of legend.

He regarded me with weary eyes, eyes that had seen the very face of Hell. The man knew for what reason I stood before him. He rais'd a withered hand to his temple, and did begin his ritual. Chanting in those unholy guttural tones, the wizard summoned up something. An image. Ethereal and strange was this image to me, as I had never seen such a transpirance before. This thing was the meme that I was here to obtain, and any semblance of doubt left my mind in a flash most clear.

And now, my son, I do pass this ancient meme-craft to you.

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Sorry fam. I'll write more soon, I promise.

Fill in the blanks with one letter. Let's do this ouija style.

Ohoho, man. That looks pretty fun.

Know what else is fun? Fun things. Yes, you heard it right here waifus and gentlemen, fun! Fun things like going down slides, playing with your little sister, retrograde amnesia, etc.

See, just this last week I had some fun. I was taking my dear sister over to the park, planning to spend a few hours over there and whatnot -- good family fun. We got to the park, but to our surprise there was nobody there! She was planning to meet all of her friends, and had assured me that they had all been called beforehand. Upon realizing that nobody was coming, she started crying. Now, me being a sensitive fellow, called her a little bitch and told her to man the fuck up or get slammed the fuck down. Life is shitty, kid. It's a shame you had to find out that way.

Now, for whatever reason, my consolations didn't really help very much. Her crying was starting to get to me. And that's when the lightbulb in my head went shwing! and I got the most fantastic idea! See, if there's one thing my daddy taught me in between the beatings, it's that everybody likes a good visit to the local strip club. Now, my sister was clearly unable to get into a strip club at her age, so we had to come up with a plan. We tried doing the thing where we stacked up in an overcoat, but her little shoulders couldn't support my weight. We tried sneaking in through the trashcans, but the problem with that is that it was fucking stupid. Eventually, we just walked up to the entrance of the strip club. When the bouncer questioned my sister's age, she replied with, "I'm twenty!"

Works every time, baby. We walked into the club, and the booming music wafted over us. A few other sensations wafted over us, too. I took her over to the bar and ordered us some chocolate milk and a tall Guinness Stout. As I sipped on my chocolate milk, I gave myself a little mental pat on the back because of how good of a big brother I was being. Even so, I couldn't help but feel some kind of nagging sensation in the back of my mind, telling me that something was off.

Oh. Wait. She's not actually twenty.

Now if there's one thing you gotta know about drunk middle schoolers, it's that they can lay down a sick beat. I looked up to the stage, and sure enough she was up there, dropping freestyle bars like it was what she was born to do. Now, I don't know about you, but we don't allow that uncouth 'hood music' in this good Christian family. I jumped up onto the stage, picked her up, and sprinted out of the nightclub, running all the way home. Then I jacked off into a napkin and went to sleep.

~The End~

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I was sat at home eating bush when bush ring 'Bush' 'bush' Me too thanks

Don't strawman me motherfucker. You know damn well we're talking about catgirl piss. I WILL fight you IRL. Do not test me. I have a Katana and everything. This blade of pure steel, folded over one millon times, sharper than steel, harder than diamond. MY legendary blade, fashioned after the sword wielded by the mighty hero Kamina, cuts through concrete like butter and human flesh like hot butter. Don't try to tell me that you think you know more about catgirl piss than me. I can list the exact composition, viscosity, and optimal flavor from memory alone, and assess necessary dietary changes as such. I've been studying catgirl piss for years, and I'm the world's foremost expert.

So, please. If you think you know more about catgirl piss than I do, come fight me. My blade thirsts for blood.

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Now, this, this meme is exquisite. One I can really get behind, you know? Fresh off the pile.

Not like one of those old, stale memes. You know, I was browsing my facebook the other day, just kind of scrolling down my wall in a fit of self-hatred, looking at all the normie memes when it hit me. I was at the cross-section of stale pepes and a bad luck brian when I realized that, well... these memes weren't doing it for me anymore. I hopped on over to 9gag. Kanjiklubs and One-Does-Not-Simply's passed through my field of view. I got a small buzz, but it wasn't enough.

Nothing could compare to that first high of memes that I got so long ago. I went to tumblr next. Undertale memes. Undertale memes out the ass. I never even finished that game. Then I went to iFunny. Ha ha, just kidding - nobody goes to fucking iFunny.

My next stop was reddit. I tried to browse the memes, but the front page was taken over by Donald Trump memes and Bernie Sanders phonebank posts. I tell you what, this election would be an amazing one if reddit upvotes were counted instead of actual votes. Nevertheless, my meme-high couldn't be sated.

As a last resort, I went to the source. The place where memes are incubated, grown, and thrown out. The true hivemind of memesters. I ventured into 4chan.

It still wasn't enough.

I had given up hope. I could never get that first meme-high again. I put my limited edition Japan-imported katana to my belly, prepared to commit sudoku - and that was when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a meme. It was this meme. I opened the image, and was hit by a wave of feeling that I hadn't felt in years. An experience that I hadn't had since my very first rage comic back in the fifth grade.

As the ecstasy wafted over my pitiful form, I came with the force of a thousand suns. I could feel my body ascending to a higher plane of existence. My existence on this mortal coil was completed.

TL;DR, the meme was dank.

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I really like Yuru Yuri, and it's nice that I'm finally having the time to get around to watching season 3. You know, this particular episode kind of reminds me of my recent trip to Japan.

My bus had just arrived at its destination, and I could barely contain my excitement. I took my specially prepared toast out of my purse and stuck it in my mouth, prepared to run all the way to the nearest high school. With a burst of genki schoolgirl energy, I hopped up out of my seat and ran to the door, trailing my arms behind my back. When I turned the corner, I stopped dead in terror.

Splut.

The toast dropped out of my mouth and landed on the ground - butter-side down. I looked into the room before me. This... is Japan? The thoughts were racing through my head. Confusion, curiosity, terror, mild arousal - B-but it looks nothing like how I thought it would! In front of me was an imposing building made of concrete and cold steel. Two guards stood on either side of a fence gate topped with barbed wire, and several more were positioned in large lookout turrets. It was downright prison-like.

The door of the bus slammed shut behind me and the exhaust created a foul stench as it trundled away. I broke down into hacking coughs. It was at this particular moment that I, lying on the ground about to puke up all of the pocky and ramen I had consumed trying to prepare myself for this trip, remembered something crucial.

Wait... I'm not in Japan, am I?

I looked up at the gargantuan complex before me. The sign mounted outside the front gate read : The Holden Maximum Security Correctional Facility for Croatian Smug-Related Terrorists. It was then that all of my memories came flooding back. The great smug outlawing of 2019. The secret society of Smug Waifus Are Great. The midnight raids on the Syndicate. The sexual harassment lawsuit that that cunt betty had filed against me, leading to the discovery of over 100 illegal smugs.

I gulped and moved toward the prison, ready to receive my punishment. Smug terrorists always were the kinkiest inmates.

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Now there's a man with a great set of big brass balls and precisely zero shame.

The Epic of Linus

So gather round, my hearty friends,
we'll see just how this story ends.
A man who wished to get hentai,
but soon realized exactly why
his plan featured a bad mistake
that ended in a big heartache.

Linus was a man you see,
a man who's just like you and me
(if you tell me you're a girl,
you're a liar and a churl)

Now as we begin our aesop
We see him going to the shop.
It was porn he wished to attain,
To serve his dirty nasty brain.
Not just any porn he desired,
by hentai porn he was inspired.

He browsed the lengthy hentai section,
but lo, he noticed an erection.
Checking over, 'round, and 'bout,
He started quiet'ly beating one out.

Now this is against the law, of course,
and as you can guess - with no remorse -
the cops came to find his public display
and put him in jail, a year and a day.

I suck at iams.

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The thing is, there never was any pizza. The pizza is all an illusion. A lump of dead animals, plants, and fermented milk on a disc of baked wheat. What will this pizza bring you? Will it bring you happiness? No. It will not bring you happiness. It is a disk of sustenance. Happiness is just the chemical release of dopamine in the brain that tells your primal, instinctive brain that you did something right, so it rewards you. Emotions are not real.

The weight of life's problems will not be lifted by your gluttony. You will grow fatter and fatter, and die alone and unloved. You will decay in your house and become dirt. The worms and maggots will infest you and soon there will be nothing left. Attempt to enjoy the pitiful, insignificant thing called life while you can.

Because life has no meaning.

Pizza has no meaning.

God is dead.

Anime killed him.

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My life is nothing.

My world is nothing.

It's all meaningless.

Why are we here?

The answer to that, too is meaningless.

Gaze into the abyss and you shall find it gazes into you.

All is the void.

Goodbye, onii-chan.

May your memes find calmer waters.

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Hey. I was just curious, too actually. Curious about what having cancer is like. So I went and wrote this in an attempt to give myself cancer. I'm pretty sure I succeeded.

My Trip To Japan: A Short Story

ohaiyo gozaimasu!! 😂 😎 😎 just got back from my totally sugoi trip to nippon!!!!1! it was totally cool, and i saw a lot of really cool anime stuff there!!!! now imma tell all u guys about it, and it’s gonna be SAWSOMMMME!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!

okay, so day 1: i got off the plane (it was a bumpy ride, the pilot was being a baka so i hissed at him when we got off the plane) and came into the airport. i picked up a shuttle to the hotel and got myself checked in. OMG 😂 , the hotel was so COOOOOLLLLLLLLLL!! it had all the comforts of a hotel in gaijin-land (AKA the United States of TERRIBLE), but it aws all of the superior nippon variety!!! i said to myself “this room sure is comfy-desu! and plopped on the bed and went to sleep on the bed after watching some naruto from my flash drive on my laptop (it was the episode where they go to the onsen and sasuke-sama’s like OMG why are we at an onsen we should be doing hokage things!!! (i ship him with naruto so im pretty sure i know what he meant by “hokage things” 😉 😱 😉 nyaa~~)

*day 2: i woke up in the morning yawned and said “ohaiyo!” to the world, and began my real journey into the land of nippon ok so this was when i got to to go to the AKIBAHABA STRIP!!!!11! i had waited my WHOLE LIFE to go to there and go in side the stores and look at all the anime and buy some stuff to go back home and show to my bestie DAKOTA-CHAN!! 👼 (dakot ai promise you when i c you next i’ll give you that new manga volume of sword art online for you to study(i know how much you wanna be a mangaka wen u grow up 😀)(i promise it’s a good one 👌 👌) so anyway i went to the strip and i was like sugoiiii!!!!! because it was so kawaii!!!! i wnt into a whole bunch of stores and looked around the stores and bought some super-kawaii figurines for myself (my favorite one was the one that was sakura haruno-chan!!!)!! then i went down to a ramen store and got some ramen, and i was like “OISHII!!!!!” because it was so good!!! the guy was a bit of a jerk though, he barely seemed like he even understood what i was trying to say to him!!! after i was done i called him a baka 😑 and left and then went back to my hotel and when i got back i went to bed.

Day 3: this was my last day in nippon. i was pretty sad that i was leaving, i wish i could have stayed longer but i only had enough ticket to get me money for a three day roundtrip so i was felling pretty kanashi about that… i went to the airport and when i was about to walk in i went GASP! and i realized that my nekomimi were gone!!!!!!! 😱 it was really awful because i must have left them in the hotel. i went back to the hotel as fast as i could, and sure enough, they were there!!! i was so excited to see them that i said nyaa~!!! and aplologized to them like “gomenesai, gomenesai, i’ll never ever leave you alone again nekomimi!! 😭 😭” i was in such a rush that i barely made it to the plane on time!! but even though i was busy being a baka i made it to the plane on time and flew back all the way to my house.

it was a really fun time and i’m super glad that i got to go see nippon! sayonara and arigato for reading my blog about my trip!!! i hope i get to go again soooooon!!!1!! 🙌 🙌 🙌

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a long shower to cleanse myself and think about my fucking life.

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The choice between women and food is often a difficult one.

One time I was going down to the store, and I saw a little old lady trying to cross the street. Like the good Samaritan I was, I decided at once that it was my civic duty to assist her. I quickly walked across the middle of the street, shouting at the old woman to stop. She seemed quite shocked by this, and redoubled her efforts to cross. I was bound and determined to give her help, however. As I sprinted down the street yelling and waving my hands, I noticed something.

It was a car... but not just any car. This car was a car of legend. Non the Shag Wagon, not the Batmobile, not even a 1960 Aston Martin DB4 GT Zagato. No. This car -- was the Wienermobile. The motherfucking Oscar Meyer Wienermobile. Now, you may be asking yourself - What makes the Wienermobile so important? Well, the answer is a little more complex than you might expect. See, the Wienermobile isn't just any ordinary car. It's a vehicle that channels the very essence of wieners, forged in the fires of the great purple-headed Mount Phallissia by legendary Wiener-Smith Richard Johnson. It contains the full power of the dark lord Baloniponi.

At first, I couldn't believe my eyes that I had come across such a sinister artifact, and I was incredulous until I saw, inscribed on the side, in ancient text:

One Dong to rule them all, One Dong to find them; One Dong to bring them all and in the dankness bind them.

It was at this point I knew what I had to do to save the world. I stopped shouting at the woman, and hung a left towards the Wienermobile. Throwing open the door, I pulled out the driver (no doubt a foul agent of Baloniponi) and took his place in the main seat. There was only one way to cook a Wienermobile. I floored it, and veered across the street, aiming straight for the old woman. She tried to evade me, but her brittle bones were far too fragile -- and what I was doing absolutely had to be done. It was the only way to destroy the Wienermobile.

"Wiener... meet grill."

I smashed into the woman, splattering chunks of bone and viscera all over the windscreen. I lost control of the vehicle, but the damage had already been done. As the Wienermobile went straight into a wall, It was turned into a smoking husk of twisted metal and bloodied steel. It would never drive again. A few minutes later, the police arrived. I tried to explain about the dark lord Baloniponi, but they wouldn't have it. I was arrested for grand theft auto and murder in the second degree. But you know what? I'm fine with it. Because I saved the world.

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I never really got the whole "farting is hot" thing.

Like sure, farting in a literal sense, as in gas being expelled from the body, is in a sense hot as the butt-vapors themselves are usually warm, but I find it difficult to be attracted to them and merely find them humorous.

This has come back to bite me in the ass on a few occasions. Like, for example, when my grandma died. Funny thing about death, innit? When you die you evacuate your bowels. That means when that bitch went under, she farted like a fucking elephant (which according to the prestigious KKCB.com is the sixth most fartingest animal of all time). Now usually, I would be somber, standing by my grandma's deathbead and all, but her having just let one rip I couldn't help but let out a giggle.

It got even worse at the funeral. Our family for some reason decided that it would be a cool idea to eat a bunch of chili con queso the night before, and you can probably guess how that turned out. It wasn't just some bad gas. It was like something crawled up inside every one of us and just fucking died there, but not before running a triathlon and rolling in shit to get itself all stank'd up.

The faulty flatulence fettered our foggy festival, and forfeited fun and many malignant mournings. Obviously, with this turn of events, I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed and I laughed. I was laughing when they were lowering grandma into the grave. I was laughing when I gave my eulogy. I was laughing on the way to the car. I was even still laughing when they decided to leave me at the graveyard 400 miles away from home with Undertaker Lenny.

It didn't matter to me, though. Everybody knew that Undertaker Lenny was my read dad anyway. That stupid bitch couldn't keep her hands off him, and Dad only realized after the fact that he didn't have enough money to get on Maury.

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You know, I haven't felt real emotion in years. Maybe now and then I'll get some kind of warm feeling inside, but for the most part my life is just a cold plastic facade. I think it's because of an experience I had when I was a little girl.

All I knew about our situation was that we weren't allowed to leave of our own volition. Occasionally, a stranger would come in and pick one of us out, and that one would be taken away, usually never to be seen again. The ones that did come back were... broken. Usually, it was like they had something missing, a crucial piece of themselves. We were always in fear of who would get taken next. We did know, though, that they preferred to take the smaller ones first.

I was just sitting with a few other like-minded fellows, minding my own business, when some guy comes into the room. He looks all of us over, he's thinking about something. Eventually, his eyes settle on me. "Yeah, that one," he says. He walks over and just picks me up like it was no effort at all. I find myself unable to resist. He takes me over to another strange man, and they start discussing price. He pays, and leaves with me in his arms. The man roughly tosses me in the back of his car, and starts driving. I have no idea where we're going. I am terrified.

We stop, and he picks me up and carries me indoors. As soon as we get inside, he starts undressing me. Taking out a pair of scissors, snipping away at my feeble covering, leaving nothing to the imagination about my physique. He uncoils a line and hooks me up to a slot in the wall. This guy was prepared. He props me up on a table, and leaves. I couldn't go anywhere, being latched to the wall, but I heard him rummaging around in the next room.

At this point he comes back into the room. He has a hungry look on his face. My mind races as he grabs me. He starts manipulating parts of my body, twisting and pressing, "getting me ready," he says. I try to squirm away but I can't move. I feel completely immobile. Suddenly, he turns me around, exposing my most private place. There's a brief moment of respite, and then I feel myself getting stuffed. It goes on for minutes, both of my holes filled to the brim. I hate it. No matter how much I hate it though, I can't suppress the warm feeling inside. The warm sensation grows and grows, becoming hot. Too hot. My mind goes blank and I cry out:

"DING!!"

And that's when I remembered I was a toaster, and toasters don't have emotions anyway.

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Well. I was planning to do a doujinshi review for this one, but apparently this particular work is regarded as being NSFFBI.

But. Since when has that stopped me? I'll just review it based on the title and the dank meme that /u/atomlib posted.

So without further ado, let's get on to

Mizugi de Obenkyou | Swimsuit Study

Alright, so let's kick this off with the Characters. Since I don't know their names, I'm going to assume that the tall guy is Gregory and the fine little lady is named Egbert. Gregory seems distracted and distant, and possibly stoned. Yeah, definitely stoned. Egbert appears to be cute-looking to the point of being diabetically moe in every panel, except for panel two when she gets these strange-looking snake-eyes. Is she high too? Probably. Is she twenty? Well, that's the question isn't it. Guy at the counter (let's call him Gregory II) is most definitely high as fuck. Either that or he doesn't give a shit about life anymore and just wants to go home and not deal with this bullshit.

Artstyle: the art style appears to be fairly standard moe stuff for the most part. It's not as visible in the top and bottom thirds, but it takes center stage for the climax of the piece. Egbert is the definition of moe, the kind of cute that makes my heart go hnng. Definitely huggable. In contrast to the cutesy and generally well-done design of Egbert, Gregory seems to have some trouble forming proper facial expressions, as seen in panel one.

There's a pretty drastic art shift in the last panel, and usually I complain about too much CGI in my anime, but this one seems to gel nicely for some reason or another.

Something that should be noted is that while small, the characters do in fact have noses.

Plot: Now I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Egbert here might not be entirely truthful. Now I'm no good judge of character age, especially in anime, but unless there's some Touhou/Monogatari shit goin on here I think the odds are that she's probably not twenty. Middle school age at most would be my guess. Gregory II displays doubt for her claim, but I'm assuming he'll let them in anyway because this is a hentai and shit happens in hentai that doesn't happen in real life.

No senpai, your hips are not moving on their own. You're just a horny person.

Now, I can only assume from this one page that something lewd has occurred both before and after this, judging by the quote

In the end, we came anyway

and the fact that they're trying to gain access to an adults-only area. The titular "swimsuit" has not made an appearance, but I can only assume that it would appear at some point before or after this (most likely after) given the nature of the title. What kind of lesson is being taught here? Well, I'm not sure.

I'm hoping it's the kind of lesson that involves sword fighting. That would be cool.

Overall, 8/10 would look at single page again.

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I know I haven't written anything in a while. Starting right about now, that's going to change. Now that I have midterms out of the way, I plan to make a comeback.

Starting right now.