Every time I read one of his posts, I just can't help but say, "Oh Himuro, I bet you can't tell Brahms from Beethoven!" and then I sip some wine and put on a few monocles.
I mean, I just picture it like, I'm in my apartment in the suburbs listening to Debussy, and Himumu is out getting crunk, no doubt on foot, harassing women by yelling into the Taco Bell drive-thru window as he also demands tacos to consume because he is stoned, and desires some "munchies" to have as he listens to his violent rap music. Let me be the first to tell you, Himumu, the only way you'll be seeing any engorged vaginas tonight is if you hack them up yourself. I don't particularly like putting down other people to make myself feel better, but I also don't like lying, so I'm just going to hit post before I feel the urge to continue this sentence. Just remember, Himuro, too much purple drink means that you might actually believe the framerate in GTA4 is acceptable, and then you die.