All Your Lolcats Are Belong To Us

All Your Lolcats Are Belong To Us

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Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Kyutaro. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself.Kyutaro, he called himself Kyutaro. Now, Kyutaro — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.

But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. They call the Japan the Weirdest Place on God’s Green Earth. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow there are some strange folks there. ‘Course I can’t say I’ve seen London, and I ain’t never been to France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what — after seeing the Netherlands, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And mostly in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.

Sometimes there’s a man — I won’t say a hero, ’cause, what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man. And I’m talkin’ about Kyutaro here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s Kyutaro, in the Japan. And even if he’s a strange man— and Kyutaro was most certainly that. Quite possibly the strangest man in Japan, which would place him high in the runnin’ for being strangest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man, sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But — aw, hell; I’ve done introduced him enough.

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