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Why does every passing day in the Orient feel weirder than the previous? I'm in Fukuoka, Japan. I'll certainly have to post about last night. I'm really still too hungover to work a (crazy-ass Japanese) keyboard. And, anyway, I'm not still really sure what to make of it all. It all seemed a bit too absurd, leaving me a bit paranoid at one point - thinking that surely, surely this must all have been secretly filmed for a Japanese television program.
posted by Mark Hernandef at 12:07 PM
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That was you! Ahh, komo kachira fushikiko!
If you were on a Japanese game show you'd probably be missing some toes. Are you missing toes? Sayonara.
GDH
Most folk'll never lose a toe but then again some folk'll. Like Cletus, the slack-jawed yokel.
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