This here’s about them futa one piece comic, you know? I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout it, and I got curious. What in tarnation is this all about? It got something called “Nami” and “Robin”, I reckon. They be some kinda girls, I guess, but somethin’ ain’t right with ’em, if you catch my drift.
They say it’s all free, this futa stuff. Free like a bird, they say. You just go lookin’ for it, and there it is, like them apples fallin’ off a tree. I don’t know nothin’ about no computer, but my grandson, he showed me how to find these things. He said there’s a whole heap of ’em, more than you can shake a stick at. “Hentai,” he called it. Sounds like a sneeze to me.
- Futa girls, somethin’ called Nami and Robin.
- Lots of pictures, they say. More’n you can count.
- All free, like them weeds in my garden.
They say these futa one piece comic got all sorts of things goin’ on. Pictures and stories, somethin’ about pirates. I used to know a fella, One-Eyed Jack, claimed he was a pirate. He just a drunk old fool. But these here comics, they got real pirates, I reckon. Or at least, folks dressed up like ’em.
This “One Piece” thing, it seems to be a big deal. Heard there is a bunch of it. This here futa stuff, it’s just one part of it, like a rotten potato in a whole sack. But that’s the part I’m hearin’ about, so that’s what I’m tellin’ ya.
Now, they say these futa girls, they ain’t like regular girls. They got somethin’ extra, somethin’ they ain’t supposed to have. It’s like findin’ a two-headed calf in your barn. Just ain’t natural, but some folks, they seem to like it that way.
I seen some of these pictures, I gotta admit. My grandson, he showed me. I didn’t understand half of what I was lookin’ at, but it sure was somethin’. Lots of colors, and folks doin’ things… well, things you don’t see every day, that’s for sure.
There’s this futa one piece comic, somethin’ about pirates, and these futa girls, they’re all mixed up in it. I don’t know what they’re doin’, but it looks like a whole lot of trouble. Like a bunch of chickens fightin’ over a worm.
- One Piece is a big thing, like them county fairs.
- Futa girls are mixed up in it, like flies on a pie.
- Lots of pictures, like them old photo albums.
They say you can find these comics anywhere. Just gotta know where to look. It’s like findin’ a four-leaf clover in a field. You gotta search for it, but it’s there if you got the patience. And it don’t cost nothin’, they say. Just like pickin’ berries in the woods.
Some folks say these futa one piece comic are bad. They say it’s somethin’ you shouldn’t be lookin’ at. Like eatin’ green apples, it’ll give you a stomach ache. But others, they say it’s just a bit of fun. Like watchin’ them squirrels chase each other up a tree.
This whole thing, it is a mystery to me. But it’s somethin’ folks are talkin’ about, so I thought I’d share what I heard. This futa one piece comic, it’s a strange thing, that’s for sure. Like a cow with two tails. It just ain’t somethin’ you see every day. This Nami, and this Robin, they are somethin’ else. I don’t know what to make of ’em, but they sure are popular, like them prize-winnin’ pumpkins at the fair.
- Some say it’s bad, like spoiled milk.
- Some say it’s fun, like a barn dance.
- It’s all free, like the air you breathe.
Well, that’s all I got to say about this futa one piece comic business. It’s a strange world out there, and this is just one little piece of it. Like a single kernel of corn in a whole field. But it’s somethin’ to think about, I reckon. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to just leave it be, like a sleeping dog.
These futa things, they are just like them weeds in your garden. You can pull ’em out, but they just keep comin’ back. These pictures and these stories, they ain’t goin’ nowhere, it seems. And folks will keep lookin’ at ’em, I suppose, whether it’s right or wrong. Like them moths to a flame, they just can’t help themselves.
This world has a lot of strange things in it. This futa, One Piece, all these comics. It is just like one big stew, with all sorts of things mixed in. Some good, some bad, some just plain weird. I don’t know what to think about it all. But it is sure somethin’ to talk about, ain’t it?
