my naruto story

"Don't ppiicck on KOJI He just is mad be cause you keep on insulting him so please STOP!"

But I don't, so stop your bleating. Trying to talk to you kids is like having to talk to an illiterate deaf-mute. If I were a creationist, I would hold you kids up as the proof; even I can scarcely believe four billion years of evolution would produce something so *thick*. If this is what humanity is coming to, I think I'll skulk off back to the primordial soup and leave you lot to die through your own stupidity.

yeah!^^:)

I do hope that's a joke.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

Now you little shits can find out what it's like to have to scroll through reams of shit before you can find the stuff you might want to read.

Quite.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.

A resident of Cannabis Leaf Village, Naruto was your typical loud-mouthed brat, fuelled by far too many E-numbers from all that ultra-cheap orange juice he liked to guzzle by the gallon. Somewhat atypically, however, he harboured a schizoid paranoia about being the container of a demon fox. So, perhaps, it was a small blessing that his imagination was, at best, stunted; for, otherwise, he may have imagined something *truly* frightening.
Someone of a charitable dispostion may have called him 'lively', or perhaps even 'hyperactive', but most preferred to call a spade a spade, and Naruto an annoying shit. He may have been autistic, though nobody knew for sure, for he possessed no social skills whatsoever, and ambled through life utterly devoid of friends. Though he yearned for acceptance, it seemed to others that he went out of his way to court rejection, babbling incoherently about demon foxes and pulling irritatiing pranks his peers had long since grown out of. In short, they regarded him as the village idiot, someone whose stupidity would allow them to expolit him whenever they needed his lunch money, or a scapegoat for their more unsavoury antics.
In fact, so miserable and wretched is Naruto's life, I can no longer be bothered to write about it, so I'll cut a long story short: he died, having allowed himself to be beaten by his schoolmates, because he was stupid enough to believe they were trying to kick out the demon fox. As stupid in death as he was in life, he couldn't find his way to Heaven, despite the shaft of brilliant light and the call of angels. Instead, he migrated to his computer's modem, where he was dispersed across the internet. To this day, fragments of his retarded spirit search for suitable hosts to possess, in the vain hope of making a few friends. Usually, these hosts tend to be children in their early teens. Once possessed, they become dribbling idiots, utterly incapable of intelligent conversation or any sort of higher reasoning. Nobody knows why they tend to be American, but the most likely explanation is that Naruto got lost, even though, now as part of the internet, he could access Google Maps.