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>>42752514
>27 years old
>still browsing this site

>>42506890
>imperial japanese army
>caring about damage to the IJN
>implying they wouldn't cheer you on when you beat shipgirls

>>40996015
春夏秋冬

>>40745963
Baka anon

>>40661959
Just let Hina's blessing not go to waste.

what's the pay like?

>>36338601
Well that comment aged exceptionally poorly.

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Bombing the shit out of DDC stages to schlorp all the [P]s turned out to be really helpful. Made it to Seija but then got filtered and wasted my last continues during midget fight. Vertical flip and giga hitbox are the most painful spellcards.
Also I fucking love smacking bitches with giant gohei.

you have to wait until it's actually friday to post the pasta this time

So there I am, sitting in my dying room at the end of the week, relaxing with a bottle of château de évaqaleâ and an Quzilax doujinski, when all the sudden I heard a peculiar sliding and squelching behind me.
Turning towards my door, my eyes met something truly horrid: two lively eyes of pure jadedness set in an indescribably jovial jowl, all encased in seaweed follicles and red-garnet fibers. All currently trying to make their way through my front window, only held back by an inconceivably rotund body.

It was at that point that I realized: this was no ordinary Friday. No... not that day. It's... it's...
"IT'S FAT FUCK FINA FRIDAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!" I screamed in shock.
Everyone knows of Fat Fuck Fina Friday, the holiday where Fina breaks into some ill-prepared NEETs house and just acts like a little shithead until all of her ten, maybe eleven, desires are met. There are ceremonial procedures to prevent her from entering her house, like a double-barrel shotgun, but I didn't rember this unhappy day!

Fina stopped, and slowly turned to to face me, raising her index finger in air, smile unchanging. "It's Hina," she graciously offered, before turning back to the task at hand. At that moment, she began to peristalticly percolate past the portal with precision, each flab of her flesh making a fearsome sound as it passed the point of no return.
"Schflwoop... Schflwoop... Schflwoop..."

Oh god, oh fuck.
Quickly I got my Bappin' Broom, which is actually just a Sachiko I rent out for 25 cents a year, and preceeded to boop that bitch with prejudice. Fina duly and dully ignored the first six or so volleys, the whaps whipping waves on her wide womanside. But after the seventh bap, she poofed out her cheeks in an absurdly smug expression, and began waving her arms with Abandon. Abandon left shortly thereafter. Eventually she snatched the Sach in her flabby forearm, and pulled her via muscular contractions upward. Despite my mildest efforts, I could only look on helplessly as an acrid smoke began to fill the room. Sachiko was shortly digested by Fina's rank pits.

As Fina was digesting her prey, she turned to me once again and corrected "It's Hina."
"You can read my mind?!"
"You can read your mind?!" she shot back with a flash of haughtiness, before reverting back to her derp expression. With one last squelch and what was hopefully not a powerful queef, Fina had expelled her way into my apartment.

Those sumbarine-glass eyes, rose-glass mouth, and ass-glass ass now lay upon my floor, waiting to be serviced as tradition demanded.
Jays, do you know what her first request would be?

Hina is a fat fuck!

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