I am learning Japanese.
I have memorized 55 Japanese symbols and their corresponding "hirogana" sounds. I can count to five from memory. This post's title translates into "Where are the black Japanese women?"
If I ever visit Japan, I am so going to get my ass kicked. But I'll take a whole mess of them little guys down with me because THESE COLORS DON'T RUN!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Kuroi Nihonjin Wa Doko Desu Ka
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About Me, Not You
- The Chief
- I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.
1 comment:
how do you say...Where's all the whites womens at?
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