/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>4617344
It would be if Mario wasn't shit.

Does /jp/ like Marisa?

I think she's moe.

These are my top three favorite Touhou albums:

1. Pizuya's Cell x MyonMyon - The Grimoire Of Alice
2. UI-70 - Riddles Covered in Flowers
3. CROW'SCLAW - Crossfire Barrage

What are some albums similar to these that I would like?

How come Japan never really has a classic rock band? Like a band you think of when you think of rock in Japan. Do they produce too much shit or something? The only real band I can really consider encompassing rock shit is X Japan and they were a bit too visual kei.

The west has a shit load of classic rock bands like AC/DC, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Pink Floyd, etc. but Japan has none? What is up with that?

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Do it the Japan love the iPid?

You'll never guess what happened to me in Japan a week ago. In a shopping mall, I looked into the fountain pool and saw several shining coins. I proceeded to lean over and attempt to nick some so I could buy some gum balls and wash on tattoos. As I reached in a girl nudged my backside and I fell, face forward, into the freakishly cold, and highly chlorinated water. I arose and spun around to see my assailant. No more than 4 feet tall, she stood with hands at side, wearing a completely benign expression. Eyes blaring red, either from the chemicals or my anger, I then lunged at the girl. We both clattered to the hard linoleum floor, soaked, cold and breathing profusely. I opened my mouth and uttered every obscenity I had imagined would be appropriate to punish this evil-doer. In our tussle some of our clothes had been ripped and become unhinged from their Baby-Gap buttons. I then rose up, quickly trying to turn away ashamed after finding that my dick had suddenly decided to evacuate my trousers. The girl saw my quick evasion and said softly, "it's ok, you she here, this is mine." She wants it, I can tell. I get up real close, and there's tension. She keeps smiling, and I'm about to shoot a load in her face. So I lean in close, and start nibbling on her neck. She slides her hands down my stomach, and then past my pants. She whispers in my ear, "No, thank you, I had Reese's for breakfast!"

I was confused. "You had candy for breakfast?!"

"Not candy, Reese's Puff Cereal!"

So she pours me a bowl and I shove the spoon in my mouth. Then a completely orgasmic wave of peanut butter and chocolate taste bombards my taste buds.

Reese's Puff Cereal;

It's Reese's, FOR BREAKFAST!