GREETINGS FELLOW OTAKU!

Welcome to the mind of twisted teen........
Canada:My home and native land.
A tad nippy sometimes, but the health care compensates.

Wolves: They are smarter, faster, stronger, more endurable and basically better than dogs in everyway. In the many books on wolves that I have read, the 1500 pound per square inch biting power of a wolf has been described as twice that of a german sheperd.

Wolves pwn.

Although it is true that they are ruthless, and may even enjoy killing, they kill solely for their survival.

Terribly misunderstood creatures, they have been hunted to extinction in many places. The last wolf in Scotland was shot in 1680. But there is hope: To learn more about reintroducing wolves to the Scottish highlands, go to http://www.wolftrust.org.uk/.

Anime:
It's what brings us altogether, isn't it?

Naruto: Awesome, kickass jutsus and demons.
Gaara pwns.
Kankuro pwns.
Kiba pwns.
The Akatsuki pwn.

Bleach: Gimme one of dem Zanpakuto!
Ichigo pwns.
Kenpachi Zaraki is extremely overpowered, and the master of pwnage and the god of overkill. so, yeah, he overpwns.

Inuyasha:
Oh why ohwhy did they take you off YTV!?!?!?
Inuyasha pwns.
Sesshomaru pwns.
Koga pwns...............at high speeds!

Death Note
They replaced Inuyasha for you!?!?!
Well, it's not bad, an intense psychological thriller.
The Deathnote pwns.

Computers:
I love computers.
They're great for playing videogames and designing drawings!
Now, by drawings, I could be referring to AutoCAD drawings or those Paint drawings I submit to this website. I'll probably use the AutoCAD When I grow up and become a mechatronic engineer.
Computers pwn.

Martial arts:
I have trained for many years in Shotokan Karate Do. I have achieved 4th dan which you mortals may know as blue belt. So remember, say whatever you want, but I could probably kick your ass in real life.
I pwn.

Girls:

sigh.............
do I have to say more?

Never French a Girl When You've Got a Pearl in Your Mouth

Ever notice how you never have a normal dream? There's probably no such thing as a 'normal dream', just dreams that are less bizarre than others. Anyways, this one I had last night REALLY stood out.

First it started off with dinosaurs running around some island and Marvel's Wolverine. Then it was flashed to Australia, where Steve Irwin was feeding a crocodile some corndogs before fish because of a stomach condition it had. Then it's flashed again, some fat kid lost his mother's giant pearl, and is in the Australian Ocean, looking for another one. He is on a large raft made of extremely burnt sausages. And who else is on this fine craft but me! I'm not exactly sure how I got there, but there are two things of french fries hanging off the side, as well as some delicious pickles in the middle. I'm pretty sure it had something to with that (got a first person perspective of eating french fries....they were the best ever!)

Now, this is where it gets trippy. There was a hot babe (probably one of the local Australians) who we had to pull aboard our burnt sausage raft. She starts hitting on the fat kid (which makes no sense at all, since I was shirtless, and he was twelve) and I'm like WTF?! She's not on long before the whole craft starts to fall apart. She's the first one to fall off, and I jump/fall in after her. After getting us both floating safely, she starts to hit on me ("Well aren't you handsome?") and I'm really liking it. But then there's some old lady lost out at sea, so I toss the hot chick to the fat kid (fat's lighter than water, he should be ok) to save the old bag. But when I do, she starts hitting on me and I freaked out (did I mention that we all miraculously kept our belly buttons above the water?) Swapped girls with fattie, and he also handed me the giant pearl he had found while I wasn't looking. I put it in my cheek and started Frenching with the hot chick.

Flash forward to the fat kid coming home to his mother. "Mom, I wrecked your pearl, but I got a new one from Australia!" "You can't get them from Australia! You have to get from from much further North!" I look at the pearl. It's a large yellow-brown sphere of stone.

"EUGH! That thing was in my mouth all the way here from Australia!"

And then the old lady was there again, talking about how I was her 'Special Friend' that day.

In retrospect, the hot chick probably swapped out the pearl when we were frenching. That thieving little wench!

So, morale of the story:

Never French a Girl When You've Got a Pearl in Your Mouth