This thread is filled with bad history, Asians, and AIDS.
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Anonymous2006-08-25 20:28
Koreans... Then why does SK has Chin-Il-Pa (pro-Japanese Koreans) in the first place? Respect Japan.
BTW, I'm not even Korean nor Japanese.
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Anonymous2006-08-30 10:11
Japan makes lots of weird useful innovative expensive stuffs, china make them cheaper, and what you korean came up with? kimchi ??? WOW AMAZING !!!!
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Anonymous2006-09-01 6:43
They provide you the latest transgender technology
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dbs2006-09-03 1:07
lolol fuck you japs & waps
o wait- there are no japanese here, because this is obviously a pro-japanese wapanese website!
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Anonymous2006-09-03 13:46
>>93
well you should lurk more, this might be a wapanese website, but it's full with mad man
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Anonymous2006-09-03 15:09
CHINA MAKES THEM SHITTIER, I BOUGHT CHUGON (or whatever) CAMCORDER AND IT HEATED UP TO LIKE 150 DEGREES CELSIUS MELTED THE PLASTIC CASING AND I COULDN'T GET WARRANTY ON IT BECAUSE THE STORE MANAGER THOUGHT THAT CUSTOMERS KNOW THAT WHEN THEY BUY CHINESE THEY BUY CRAP
It was eerily quiet. The air was completely still. Despite being smack dab in the middle of a town, there was almost no ambient noise. He could see several pastel colored ponies with tattoos on their flanks just standing there, still and lifeless.
The pony operating the nearby apple stand seemed to be staring at him, or through him. Her eyes look dead, her face completely neutral. He walks over to her.
"Hey! Where the hell am I?"
She seems to take a few seconds to register that he's there, then slowly looks up at him.
"You wanna apple?"
She speaks in a slow monotone with a southern accent, like a southern girl whose either really stoned or doped up to the gills. She slowly reaches for one of the apple shaped things in the basket next to her, it magnetically sticking to her fingerless hoof. Her face remains blank as she offers it to him.
"No I don't want an apple. I wanna know where the hell I am!"
"I also have apple fritters..."
She just stands there, holding out the apple, staring at him with those dead eyes. He spots a blue pony lying on her back on a cloud above them.
"Hey you up there! Where the hell am I?"
The blue pony starts turning her head. The sound of vertebra cracking can be heard as she somehow rotates her head 180 degrees to look down at him. Her voice, while accent free, has the same slow monotone.