A few nights ago I was imagining how one of my characters could bake breadsticks in their... uh... lady oven, and this lead my cursed brain to imagine Wanze, this mutherfucker:
Filling her... uh... bowls with spaghetti.
I was swearing out my own mind a lot. I'm still mad. My mind at night is a disaster.
I can't even blame the Japanese, my 7-year-old ass wanted to see pussy and tits, and the horniest anime I saw growing up was Dragon Ball Z with Master Roshi.
It was never anime, I was born as horny otaku trash. I wish crazy horny weirdos like me had adults in their lives to go "hey, it's fine that you're a horny freak, what matters is that your treat people in real life with love and respect."
But instead kids just get shit.
I respect you for being a wholesome fake furry, because a lot of furries are the reason why anime conventions don't smell good.