Made in Japan, Outsourced Globally

It’s only natural for inhabitants of one location to bond over a period of time. I currently live with a Polish jazz musician and an Indian chef/odd-ball comedian – both of the male species. This blend of cultures, with yours truly, makes for a recipe of an interesting story.

We don’t boast in the mix of cultures (although compared to the other 99% white American population around us, we do have one leg up on it), but to the depth of the dirt hole we can dig into our own. It is here, that I have learned the most obscure Hindu/Kashmiri cuss words and heard a plethora of Pollack jokes up the wazoo. Of course, being the only Japanese and female of the house, I get to explain the sexual mores (or the lack thereof) of the motherland.

When you put great heads together, there is no limit to the greatness you can achieve. For instance, it was someone’s great idea to instigate power hour after dinner, over a deflating keg of Yuenling. We were at 40 minutes and a bloated stomach before we called it quits and made punching bags of each other’s growing guts. One of my roommates has the strangest sneeze, only comparable to a mating call of a jungle creature on Animal Planet. We often prance around the house imitating him and making sporadic outbursts like a cockatoo. The neighbors must think we are complete idiots – or that we are proud owners of an exotic bird. Did I mention that he has a taste for baby flesh too? The neighborhood has no idea what it's in for...

On a completely different note, I highly recommend visiting the Blue Q site. Some of their amusing items include Sparkling Mullet Body/Car Wash, Pimpin’ President Magnets, Communists Against Halitosis Breath Mist, and Don’t Have Ugly Children Gum.

This post had absolutely no point at all. Carry on, friends. Nothing to see here.