One day, a man running a pet store was putting up a new sign when he felt something gently tug on his pants leg. He looked down and saw an adorable little girl, who looked shy, but expectant. In the tiniest, softest little voice, she said, "Excuse me sir, but I was wondering, do you have any really little, tiny rabbits?"
The man smiled warmly and crouched down to her level. He gestured to the rabbit pens and replied, "Of course, sweetheart! Now, would you be interested in the little tiny black-furred rabbits, the little tiny white-and-brown patched rabbits, or the little tiny cream-coloured rabbits?"
The girl returned his smile with a grin, leaned in closer, and whispered,
"I don't think my Python really gives a shit."
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Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
If we were girls, we could get popular by doing anything:
rock band, jazz band,
karate, kendo, mahjong, cyborg, synchronized swimming...
On the other hand, high school boys are
useless outside battle and sports anime.
But they're recklessly trying to make a slice-of-life anime about us.
Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
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