Thursday, August 17, 2006
There are some moments in life when you feel truely catered for. Being a sensitive society, Japan realises that, being a gay and a fish eating vegetarian (also known as "not-a-vegetarian"), I need something special. So they made "Homo sausage- fish sausage". This could spawn many jokes about fish suppers and pork swords, but I know my mother is reading this... Anyway, the weekend was noteable for Tokyo's gay pride event being held. True to form, the rain bucketed down all day and thunder and lightning blitzed through the air. So I stayed in and missed the whole thing. And when I went to a gay bar for dancing and socialising in the evening, I made friends with a girl.
I am crap at being a homosexual. I'd lose my license were it not for the fact that I'll dance on a podium at the drop of hat.
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So wrong it's right... but no. It's really just wrong wrong wrong. Now, hobo fish sausage would be another story. Hobo diets probably lack in protein and aquatic animal innards, I'd think, but it'd be hard to make such a sweeping claim for the entire homo population.
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