You lot disgust me.

As an avid connoisseur and self described enthusiast of the oriental female form and soul, I shall not stand and lend my ears to this ludicrousy without taking it as a personal affront.
Although I have yet to partake in the actual reproductive coital act with a female I have the sufficient and vast body of research under my belt (and growing) to ascertain to the fact of the asian woman’s superiority over her western female counterpart. Some of you differ, and ignorantly succumb to the fallacious reasoning of ascribing the western wench as the queen of femmes due to their oversized mammaries, puffed posteriors and mockable and unnecessary curvaceous forms. Don’t get me started on their foal-like, unsensual limbs. The oriental woman is stout, well-made in its petite stature. Crafted by conservative gods out of the earth’s best cream-colored clays, spun serenely to the optimum culmination and accentuated with the most gentle feminine features of all of man’s races.

The asian woman’s beauty is in the simplicity (think of the superior flag of Japan). Do not be fooled by the materialist anatomic avarice of the western succubus. No more no less. Perfection. Asian.