There is no fucking God.

So, apparently, there’s a NEW Prince of Tennis. Called Shin (new) Prince of Tennis. Wow, what a fucking original name. Adding a “Shin” to the title is about as creative as a rapper calling himself 50 Cent.

I really, REALLY wish Konomi could have changed the title of the series. Preferably into something uninteresting, so that I wouldn’t try to find out what it was about. Then I would have remained blissfully unaware of its existence. But no, that fucking bastard had all the sensitivity of a cockroach and added a fucking shin to the beginning. Makes me wanna kick him in the shin. Or the balls. Actually, doesn’t matter where. I just want to kick him.

I thought that with Prince of Tennis’s end in… well, I don’t really remember exactly when it ended, nor am I dying to find out. Either way, I thought I could bury the hatchet. Prince of Tennis and me, we had a thing going on. I fucking hated it, and it remained oblivious of my existence, except when I deleted around 2 GB worth of the manga after I decided that I couldn’t put up with it anymore. But when it ended and died off like some pathetic worm, I thought that there was no reason in me hating it anymore. I stopped hating. I became happier. Black people stopped trying to beat me up for being a ‘hater’.

But it seems like Konomi is still intent on milking semen from his cash bull. Just why in God would they allow a fucking abomination like PoT into the world again? Just look at the fucking abbreviation of the title. POT. IT’S FUCKING POT. And it’s not just the usual pot, it’s some high-class NEW-brand SHIN POT.

New Prince of Tennis does give me one thing, however.  It gives me proof that there is no fucking God, for no just God would do this to mankind. And I can rub that in to the faces of those religious nutjobs. Which makes it *almost worth it.

Almost. Because NOTHING is worth New Prince of Tennis.

*By almost, I mean it in a we-ALMOST-saved-his-life, one-million-is-ALMOST-twenty-three, John-McCain-ALMOST-became-president kind of way.