Hello. I am Kuro. Where I have been for the past three months, or was it 2 weeks, is of no importance. Rest assured it was over 9000. The real importance is that I, Kuro, am back. Will your daily lives be any different? Dear Lord I hope not. Srsly. Any who, what else is there to say. Oh, there is a global conspiricy. Pettobottaru want to rape and kill your babies, seriously. Not only that, the olympics aren’t real, and some one killed, and proceeded to defile Bernie Mac. In all serious, i’m still a bit out of the loop, and am emotionally out of it, In before GO KILL YOURSELF, so still won’t be up to FULL POSTING CAPACITY for a littler bit, but yeah, I’m alive.

On a side note, CODE GEASS WAS A LIE ON SATURDAY, fucking hell.

Oh, expect more on Pettobottaru later.

Ok so, this is the second time an incident like this has happened to me, so i’m gonna rant about it. There are certain anime and manga characters that I really happen to like. Seeing them on screen makes me giddy with joy. When a cosplayer pulls off these characters well, it also makes me happy. If these cosplayers are people I personally know? Their awesome factor goes up over 9000. What If, and I say, What If some one you completely disliked cosplayed one of your favorite characters? WHAT THEN BITCHES, WHAT THEN?! You begin to hate this person even more, for fucking with your loved characters. Of course, one can’t rip the costume of the other person , for that’s sexual harassment. One can only sit there and watch, as these assholes RAPE your favorite character’s image and spirit.

No, this didn’t make much sense, but could some of you relate? I wonder.

So for a school project, i was supposed to write an excerpt of a screen play. I figured why not post it here.

The Crossdresser Blues:
Scene: Fuzzy Afternoon

EVERYTHING WAS REALLY BY KURO

Set Up: Kylie is sitting in a chair with a desk. Two cops walk in the room, whisper to each other for a short time, and then one walks out of the area. The remaining cop sits down, across from Kylie.

Sam: Hello, my name is Sam Wright. Its nice to meet you.

Kylie remains silent.

Sam: Um, okay. Kyle Bashette, right? We’re here to question you about the stabbing of Justin Thorough. He clai-

Kylie: Kylie (muttered)

Sam: Excuse me?

Kylie: Kylie. My name is Kylie.

Sam: The file say your name is Kyle Bashette.

Kylie: I SAID MY NAME IS KYLIE!
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SORRY FOR THE NO UPDATENESS IN A FEW DAYS. Gia and myself were at comic con, and we are really the only ones that ever post these days, and we haven’t had the opportunity. Whatever though, we be jerkpopping all over tonight, so look foward to that. ANYWAY, HERE IS A POST.
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So today my school advisor took our group out to dinner tonight, at a nice japanese restaurant no less. That was all good fun. On the bus ride home, however, something very very weird happened. My friend Will was sitting in the back of the bus, and i was infront of him. To his side, which had no seats, he noticed there was a big red cooler. He opens it, looks down for a second, and proceeds to shut the thing. He tells me to go open it, and so I do. What I see… well I’ll just tell you. There, in the cooler, was about 4 inches of water, three soda cans floating around, and a fucking fish in a plastic bag, which had no water, and was FULL of air. This fish was twitching too, not sure if alive or dead, but all the ice melted long ago. A piece of my … youth was left in that fucking cooler.

So I’m sitting in my dorm room, just chilling right. I’ve gotten over TEH EVIL HAIR DYE FUMES OF CANCER, but I ended up not doing anything for physics yet… So in the midst of my lounging I pick up a pair of siscors that are on my desk for some unknown reason, and continue sitting around. A few minutes later, I feel a sharp pain on my leg… I looked down and there, looking back at me, was a two inch long slice, not deep, but still long. I noticed I had siscors in my hand still, and facepalmed.

Update: SHIT GUYS, I JUST NOTICED, THERES ANOTHER CUT RIGHT NEXT TO THIS ONE! Its less deep, but its also like… five inches long. What. the. Shit.

I just wanted to take a moment of time to list the various pains I’m in. I won’t explain how I acquired these injuries, but please know that I do have them, and the discomfort level is OVER 9000!

The underside of my right foot’s big toe is sliced into.
Splinter wound in my hand.
The area right below my right elbow has a good two inch scrape.
The “knuckle” of my left foot is scraped.
My right hip to the first half of my right ass cheek is moderately rug burned (or something of this effect).
I have a slight headache.
To finish off the list, best for last right? My knee is kinda fucked. The top half is not only scrapped so bad its completely red, there are maybe 6-8 little slash/ tear marks. The bottum half has four distinct tear marks and like.. a mild puncture wound thing… Its technically fine but it hurts whenever i move my knee.
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Hey there jerkpoppers. How goes your jerkpopping tonight? I’d like to take a minute and tell you to a rather faily piece of fail tonight, as I hope you might get a chuckle or two. I had found that my big toe had accumulated some dead skin on the bottum of it, and I had wanted to get rid of it, as I like to keep my feet in good condition (seriously, I live in a dorm, who knows what sorts of foot fungus or shit I could get, socks ftw) I didn’t have a foot filer thing, because i’m not a women, so the only other thing I could do was cut it off. I had nothing, and I found myself at the art building today. I took a box cutter with me and well.. I’ll let you come up with what you think happened next. No majour damage but SON OF A BITCH it hurt.

Decided to get together and sing a duet. (What were you thinking, pervs!) Usually we’d just put this in the podcast, but we’ve sort of decided that we should stop ‘ear bleeding’ everyone with our horrible musical talents. That said, download at your own discretion.

Download Link.

Hello, I’m Kurono-K, or Kuro, or Kimmy, or xMichu-Chanx, or Wright, or Donald MCdonald, or, to sum it up, your mom. I do all the planning, topic listings, getting people on, and other random things for Jerkpop. I guess maybe I could be called the Producer of it all. But, that doesn’t matter, what matters is WE HAVE OUR OWN SITE (or Wordpress… shut up). First off, big thanks to Gia for hosting this with her host and moneys. <3

Now, if you are not in the know, JerkPop is the way to pronounce JIRCP:UOPOIRCCW, which stands for Japanator Internet Relay Chat Podcast: the Unofficial Official Podcast Of the Internet Relay Chat Channel of the Website. So basically a bunch of Nerd on One Japanator readers decided to make a podcast, and thus came out JerkPop. We aren’t officially connected to Japanator but we are still their bastard children. We grew up and have our own site now, does that mean anything will change? I have no idea to be honest. The whole existence of JerkPop is shits, giggles, and random, so we’ll placy this by ear. I assure you our site will have content. What type, I’m not sure, but something.

Please don’t leave us, we love you, more than your parents and girlfriend (oh wait…)

Ro Ro,

Kuro