summertime
subsiding_leaf linked me to this review of Yakuza 3 (龍が如く3). A game about Yakuza, reviewed by Yakuza! And lots of spot-on observations about the seedier side of Japan, enough that I was in stitches. I particularly liked this line: "Don't say gaijin. Say gaikokujin. It's more polite. Jake's a gaijin."
TOO FUNNY.
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For my own reference, the lyrics to an excellent Porno Graffiti Song, again courtesy of subsiding_leaf.
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On my way back from the supermarket I passed a bunch of kids employed in that standby of American childhood-- the roadside lemonade stand. I pulled over the car and walked back to do my part.
"I take it you guys are selling lemonade?" Because what other reason could there be for a group of kids to be out on the curb with a pitcher and two stacks of cups?
"Yeah! Do you want some?"
"I would like some, indeed."
"Big or small?"
"Well, I'm pretty thirsty. Better give me a big one."
"Okay! That's 75 cents."
"All I've got is a dollar. Is that okay?"
"Sure! Would you like change?"
"No, that's okay. Consider it my donation to the education fund."
"Thank you! Oh, wait, wait!"
"Hm? What is it?"
"We give all our nicest customers flowers. Here's yours!"
I got back in the car, poorer one dollar, richer one cup of lemonade, one bright yellow daisy, and the feeling that this day, at least, was one worth living.
TOO FUNNY.
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For my own reference, the lyrics to an excellent Porno Graffiti Song, again courtesy of subsiding_leaf.
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On my way back from the supermarket I passed a bunch of kids employed in that standby of American childhood-- the roadside lemonade stand. I pulled over the car and walked back to do my part.
"I take it you guys are selling lemonade?" Because what other reason could there be for a group of kids to be out on the curb with a pitcher and two stacks of cups?
"Yeah! Do you want some?"
"I would like some, indeed."
"Big or small?"
"Well, I'm pretty thirsty. Better give me a big one."
"Okay! That's 75 cents."
"All I've got is a dollar. Is that okay?"
"Sure! Would you like change?"
"No, that's okay. Consider it my donation to the education fund."
"Thank you! Oh, wait, wait!"
"Hm? What is it?"
"We give all our nicest customers flowers. Here's yours!"
I got back in the car, poorer one dollar, richer one cup of lemonade, one bright yellow daisy, and the feeling that this day, at least, was one worth living.