So my mother got me a Fruits Basket calendar...
That's the February picture, which I'll only have to deal with for 27 more days, thank god. I'm usually not one to bitch about presents, especially since my parents are the cheapest people in the history in the universe. Then again, I don't usually get presents depicting adolescent girls lasciviously eyeing the nude male figure. Keep in mind that my mother only knows two things about anime:
It all started two years ago when my mother took a stab in the dark and bought me a half price Inu Yasha calendar. I approved, so the next year she got me a half price Full Metal Alchemist calendar. Once again, I approved, and this year Fruits Basket and Naruto were on sale. I ended up with the lesser of two evils.
The January picture was alright, so there's still hope for the rest of the year:
The rest of the pictures had better not feature naked men, or even worse – Momiji. He's an effeminate crossdressing crybaby who makes up crappy songs with his name in them:
"Frogs and lizards say hello"? What is this bullshit? I'm disappointed in Kyo's failure to regulate. Bitching can only go so far. To get results, you've got to whip out the dragon kick.