Certain am I that things in Japan have changed since my final tour at MCAS Iwakuni, Japan. However even in those “Late Medieval Years”, one could go to a Jap barber shop on Saturdays and read magazines full of young josans who were buck-nekkid. *Busty* josans were non-existent then. Bar girls hostesses were dressed like Julie Andrews in “State Fair” or “The Sound of Music”. Marine zeroes wore tailor made suits (…$50 bucks…) to the village, no matter our blood-alcohol content.
Had I tape measured any of my *military acquaintences*, they would have averaged “32 Alpha” (…w tips of fun bags erect…)
What is my *point* you may ask? Simply stated it is: “Froze boobs” are irresyphilis; it is the “volunteer” thingy that arouses………(…an, none of the Marines in my time were drafted… =8^)
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — May 9, 2012 @ 3:45 pm
Merovign (5): if you click through the link, and then hit enlarge you will find a version that does not roll. And more fascinating details too.
Comment by Ironic in Denver — May 9, 2012 @ 4:18 pm
Today I learned the Japanese have devised a way to create ice in the heat of summer without using any energy.
^ Hmm …
perhaps you could freeze a couple blue-ice or gel-packs in the appropriate shapes. Plus, they lift and separate.
Comment by DougM (jackassophobe) — May 11, 2012 @ 7:28 am
Japanese marketing is from another planet. They are especially attracted to English, or English sounding names for their brand names. I got some strange drink cans out of the ubiquitous sidewalk vending machines all over their cities: Air – smog in Tokyo was bad, but drink Air? Liquid O2 maybe? Pocari Sweat – Don’t know what a “Pocari” is, but I’m not drinking canned sweat offa anything. Kalpis Soda – go ahead, say it out loud. Nuff said.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — May 11, 2012 @ 8:49 pm
A patriotic sailor had a flag tattooed to his chest. After a few drinks, he would tear open his shirt, swell his chest and declare proudly, “American!”. One night the lady he was sharing a drink with replied in kind, tearing open her blouse and shouting, “Nipponese!”
I know, it’s old and racist. To be on topic, the punchline would have to be “Chile!”