- 1 ：maji：2008/07/23(Wed) 20:25:36 ID:n1jD/AUF0
- Write your opinion about Damarica!!!
- 2 ：maji：2008/07/23(Wed) 20:32:07 ID:0APA33xM0
- 3 ：maji：2008/07/23(Wed) 21:48:36 ID:R8xr+1em0
- I think America is the greatest country in the world.
We all know it's people are very smart and kind.
Unlike the Japanese, they are generous and NOT racist.
Thanks to America, the world can keep peace.
- 4 ：maji：2008/07/24(Thu) 04:43:18 ID:W07DcuBO0
- I knew Damerica when he was a young lad. I remember fondly the
day that I met him. There I was, reading up on my Dickens, when
suddenly, from the nearest tree under which I sat, a leg began
to dangle. It was an errant shoelace in the sneaker of life, so
I tugged it. After all, aren't you meant to take your shoes off
when you get home? The world is my home, just as a one good
breakfast may be exchanged for another. Down he came, with a
sound that may have been protest, but was probably flatulence.
- 5 ：maji：2008/07/24(Thu) 04:48:52 ID:W07DcuBO0
- "Why hello," said I. "What are you doing there, so sprawled
across the sidewalk as you are? Do you, perhaps, require a tube
of nondescript cream and a hand to hold as you amble towards the
nearest zebra crossing?"
"Why no," said he, and he righted himself with a skill that I
had not seen since the last performance of the Flying Fibonacci
Brothers. "Pleased to make your company!" he exclaimed, offering
a slightly damp hand. The fingers were long and pointed, just
like the picture-perfect moving image of a pianist--and just as
fictional. He tried his foot, instead, only to find that it,
too, had ceased to exist. Finding his circumstances
insignificant, he shrugged his surprisingly broad shoulders and
bowed at the waist. "How do you do. My name is Damerica?"
"Yes," said I.
"Well, that's very fine, then!"
- 6 ：maji：2008/07/24(Thu) 05:18:07 ID:W07DcuBO0
- Overhead, a pigeon cooed ominously. I paid it no heed, as it had
been placed there only to provide foreshadowing.
I soon found out that Damerica was no ordinary young man,
possibly because he wasn't particularly young. That isn't to
say, of course, that he was particularly old, either. Rather, he
was somewhere in the middle, like the good section of a common
But I digress! The oddities were many. For one thing, Damerica
was a man with eleven fingers, wholly formed and usable, six on
the right and five on the left. They sparkled in the afternoon
sun like urine on the edge of a toilet seat.
He grinned a grin more often found on the faces of large, hoofed
mammals. "Perhaps," he said, "I may be of assistance?" With
these words, his obscurely referenced T-shirt began to billow,
though it was tightly tucked into his trousers and the day was
windless. A great tear began to appear. Then, with a mighty
thrust of his hips, a lasso composed entirely of lint burst from
the furthest depths of his navel and wrapped itself around a
passing cab. "Come with me to my ceiling-wax house," said he,
and we entered the company of the traumatized taxi driver, who
delivered us to our destination posthaste.
Little did I know what adventures were in store for I and my not
at all average companion.
- 7 ：maji：2008/07/24(Thu) 19:19:21 ID:Fg3VcF5A0
- the land of fat.
- 8 ：American Unko：2008/07/25(Fri) 00:27:24 ID:XRJae2h10
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- 9 ：maji：2008/07/26(Sat) 16:35:11 ID:pUlWJpUj0
- america is very clam chowder
- 10 ：maji：2008/07/29(Tue) 08:42:35 ID:tLnRxgO30
- how do you post on 2ch?
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