Hiroyuki and the Asian Sh!tlords

I was sitting in the club by myself. I scare people. They never approach me. I can have total solitude in a public place. But not today.

Hiroyuki walked by and saw me in the window. She was playing the horrific  ‘Rokemon Go’ a shitty Korean knock-off of the even more idiotic Pokemon Go. She was with two small women.

“Hi Botendaddy! Where have you been? Let me introduce my mom and sister.”

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Hiroyuki and her Shitlady Sister

The two women bowed low in a phony insincere Hollywood-style Japanese groveling gesture.

“You fat, Lardvaark, obeast, Ham-planet American devil! BMI too beaucoup, too beaucoup.”

I bowed low in homage to their complete and utter bullshit.

“Hiroyuki, now I understand why you are crazy.”

I whispered in her ear.

She whispered back giving a wary eye to her relatives.

“Yes now you see. My entire family are fat-hating Voat Asian Shitlords. According to FPH, Asians make the very best shitlords because of the ancient culture and a willingness to engage in rude, socially inappropriate behavior. They think everyone over BMI 20 should be subject to a Bataan-style death march.”

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Madam Butterfly?

“I did something weird today, Hiro. I bought multi-vitamins. I also got gel energy pack things for my upcoming 15k. The experience yesterday of almost stroking out with the heat. It was nuts. I needed to do something.”

Her sister and mom started chasing fat people across the bar, fat-shaming in unintelligible Japanese shrieks.

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The counter of Beetus

“I think that’s a good idea, yon Botendaddy. This heat is insane, 90’s every day and high humidity is not safe. You should carry water as well.”

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Hiro’s Shitlady mom plays Rokemon Go

“Water. I need one of those Gemel-bak things I guess. But they look so stupid.”

Hiro’s mom came back and whispered in my ear: “You meet me in men’s room I perform top fellatio everything you want, devil, me fuckee, me suckee you Beetus-breath!”

“Latte?”

Peace be the Botendaddy

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