Namori-Kimblee

You know anime fans?  They're the worst.  They have insane conventions where they all mingle and bug others about their bishies and favorite couples.  They have no life other than writing fan-fics, drawing fan art.  They don't know reality much anymore.  They see one thing and automatically connect it to anime.  Don't pretend like you don't know, cause you are an otaku.  You know one thing about otakus:  They're the worst.  Now, before you grab your torches and pitchforks and throw me in a ditch or beat me, let me just say that I'm not bashing anime fans.  I have no right to bash them.  I am one. For example, saying a number between one and t

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