Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My wife brings me souvenirs. And Japan loves breasts.

If you can read Japanese, you know what's coming...
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Wait for it...
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BAM!
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And the awesome part is that this isn't purchased from a shady dive of a shop, or even a Spencer's gag-gift store... this is from the mainstream souvenir shop. Where all the kids and grandmas shop.

In hindsight, such things are probably far more indicative of a healthier relationship with the human body than the typical repressed Westerner has - [of course you could go on for pages of the other ways Japan is repressed] - but still, if you're not ready for it, Japan will trip you out.

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