Showing posts with label japans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label japans. Show all posts
This inferiority complex you have is getting kind of extreme.
Seriously, eyelids? What is so great about creased eyelids?
You throw my world into chaos, Japan.
Also, you make me want to drink Fanta, which I hate. What is this magic?
In the vein of that same fanatical ambition that grips Japanese hotdog-eating champions, and with the over-the-top visual metaphors of Prince of Tennis, there is That Wine Tasting Manga:
His wine-tasting powers come from Jesus!
How could anyone pour from two feet?!
Holy crap! Flowers!
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