Race Team 2000!

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Sky Photo

Hiroyuki Rokkomann Naoshimi was the last runner to join our running team. She is the great-grand-daughter of the infamous Rokkoman of  Naoshimi.

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Awesome modern fountain

She proposed the Japanese ridiculous creepy anime name of ‘Race Team 2000!’ Even though she was a 24 year old grad student, she dressed like a fourteen year old. I was overwhelmed with the desire to slap her right across the face.

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Botendaddy race numbers

We sat on a rocky outcrop in the park high above the University. Everyone was there: the stalker, the CEO, the perverted Japanese chick, the librarian, gay Ramon, the gayerer Forest Ranger and the punker-model-writer-chick.

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‘Every great team, in every profession, in every walk of life, throughout history starts with a man sitting high on a rocky outcrop with his somewhat demented, possibly psychotic,  group of sad, loser, outcast mob of followers looking hopelessly for one great visionary to lead them. I am that man, and today is born the ultimate Japanese anime cartoon: ‘Race team 2000′! HAJIME!’

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Random Americana shot

They looked disinterested, disoriented, few of them were listening, some were variously picking their noses (if they had more than one), the CEO was flat on her back staring at the sky, Ramon was posing, the Ranger was taking cellphone photos of Ramon, the punker chick was picking her nose, the stalker was touching herself inappropriately and the librarian was glaring at me while massaging her own breasts and the Japanese girl was singing our team’s idiotic, childish theme song in Japanese.

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Graffiti

‘So WTF is up with this stupid race team name?’ Said the punker chick, her finger up her nose to the second knuckle.

‘Shut up you stupid twat, before I beat the living shit out of you. If I punched you in the face you’ll break a knuckle you Manhattan thumb-sucking booger-eater!’ Offered the librarian.

‘Oh god do these bitches ever stop?’ Said the gay forest ranger.

‘Listen up you shitty ghost-face Devils! We run races all throughout tri-state area! We go Kentucky, Maryland too! We be number one race team!’ Shouted the crazy Japanese broad.

‘We meet here on Thursday to plan our next race.’ I said enthusiastically.

‘Botendaddy you’re a fuc&@$g idiot.’ Grumbled the librarian. ‘Just come to my place and f@&$ the panties off me already, I mean you already fuc&@$ all these other stupid cun#%. Put that disgusting, ancient corpse of yours to work, Romeo. Do you even remember what a real woman feels like? And I specifically exclude these demented skanks.’

We went to her fantastic condo. I couldn’t take even one more second of her foul mouth. I moved towards her slowly, then she shrieked:

‘Oh Botendaddy! I want you to crush me with that huge repulsive, undulating, muscular, hairy foul-smelling, freakish, slobbering body. Make me feel like a woman again for fu@&$ sake! OH BOTENDADDY!!!’

{CENSORED PA DEPT OF AGRICULTURE FOR EXTREME PRURIENT CONTENT, BY ORDER OF THE COURT OF QUARTER SESSIONS, SITTING AT MARKLEYSBURG, 3 AUGUST 1952}

 

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