Hi! We're the H's and we'll be your freakishly happy tour guides for your evening out in Japan. Please disregard our stepford smiles.
To the top of you, please take note of the four women. 3 work with children and 1 is a dental hygienist. We are responsible for the minds and teeth of your children, so be nice.
In order to gain access to the exclusive club, one must flash the proper signage. No sign. No entry. This particular gesture means, "I will sing very loudly and spend $400.00 on beer. Let me in."
For your viewing pleasure, example of above-mentioned $8.00 beer - happily imbibed by dh. Accomodating, aren't we?
Everybody was kung fu fighting...please avoid the glare of the white men dancing.
As the evening progressed, many new dances were invented. Take for example, the dick sprinkler. A variation on "Tapping that Ass" and "The Sprinkler", one should only attempt this when well-liquored and well-limbered up.
When all funds and vocal chords have been exhausted, stumble on down to the Chicken Shack where you can watch local babes,
Cozy up to some local art,
And rock out with MEGABABE, who want you to Speak Japanese or Die.
My name is TCWH and I am not only a comments whore, but also a picture whore. Apologies to the people subject to my sporadic flashes and shaky hands. Your 30 seconds are over. POOF!