

Yoko baachanYoko-baa-chan, or rather in English, Grandma Yoko, is a strange creature of the human kind. To be frank, Yoko is an awkward, twitchy woman with hard-pressed features, and stiff, slightly slouched posture. As graceful as an infant learning to walk, her arms and legs swing like tree branches in the wind, attempting to keep balance. Her gray hair is pulled back in a tight bun, kept like thus with a rubber band and an old cloth headband. Yoko's thin, wire framed glasses sit atop a small button nose, shielding small mousy brown eyes with a hint of insanity in their depths. Heart-shaped, her face hoYoko baachan
Halo
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No day but today.
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"That girl's a genius...Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh~
I think she's serious...oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~
Uhn!"
-Jet, She's a Genius.
"Fifty lashes with a wet noodle!"
"Like a woman's skirt; long enough to cover everything. short enough to be interesting."
- Ms. Marcincavage
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No day but today.
I'm fine now though.
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"That girl's a genius...Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh~
I think she's serious...oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~
Uhn!"
-Jet, She's a Genius.
"Fifty lashes with a wet noodle!"
"Like a woman's skirt; long enough to cover everything. short enough to be interesting."
- Ms. Marcincavage
--
"That girl's a genius...Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh~
I think she's serious...oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~
Uhn!"
-Jet, She's a Genius.
"Fifty lashes with a wet noodle!"
"Like a woman's skirt; long enough to cover everything. short enough to be interesting."
- Ms. Marcincavage
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Dying is easy , living scares me to death !
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