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I'm Dreaming of a Kawaii Desu Christmas
12 years ago
Does anyone else regret this decision?
So, I found this website. http://prillalar.com/drabbles/
You put in a few random words and it makes a love-type story out of it.
I thought "Why not" and just put a bunch of random crap.
This is what came out.
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I'm Dreaming Of A Kawaii Desu Christmas
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It was Christmas Eve. Supa-Chan sat solemnly in a barn, sipping Japanese eggnog.
She looked at the dying baby hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Dabii-San had hung it there, just before they looked at each other poorly and then fell into each other's arms and slapped each other's face.
If only I hadn't been so Austrian, Supa-Chan thought, pouring a Russian amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Dabii-San might not have got so kawaii desu and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a French tear and held her nose in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a pale voice lifted creepily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a kawaii desu Christmas
Just like a potato
Supa-Chan ran to the door. It was Dabii-San, looking stinky all over with snow.
"I missed you depressingly," Dabii-San said. "And I wanted to slap your face again."
Supa-Chan hugged Dabii-San and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dabii-San said.
"I think so too," Supa-Chan said and they slapped each other's face until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted wolf leg and lived quickly until Supa-Chan got drunk again.
You put in a few random words and it makes a love-type story out of it.
I thought "Why not" and just put a bunch of random crap.
This is what came out.
____________________
I'm Dreaming Of A Kawaii Desu Christmas
____________________
It was Christmas Eve. Supa-Chan sat solemnly in a barn, sipping Japanese eggnog.
She looked at the dying baby hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Dabii-San had hung it there, just before they looked at each other poorly and then fell into each other's arms and slapped each other's face.
If only I hadn't been so Austrian, Supa-Chan thought, pouring a Russian amount of rum into her eggnog. Then Dabii-San might not have got so kawaii desu and left me all alone at Christmas time. She wiped away a French tear and held her nose in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a pale voice lifted creepily up in song.
I'm dreaming of a kawaii desu Christmas
Just like a potato
Supa-Chan ran to the door. It was Dabii-San, looking stinky all over with snow.
"I missed you depressingly," Dabii-San said. "And I wanted to slap your face again."
Supa-Chan hugged Dabii-San and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dabii-San said.
"I think so too," Supa-Chan said and they slapped each other's face until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted wolf leg and lived quickly until Supa-Chan got drunk again.
