The postwar Japanese govt, particularly its conservative wing (what a surprise) has always had a super uncomfortable relationship with the nazis and with their own wartime atrocities. Its kind of a “war of northern aggression” type situation.

The ice cream truck song of my youth was the snow-cone man ringing the row of bells on the handle of his freezer/tricycle thing. And goddamn if those things weren’t 10% ice, 90% syrup.

“God gave us a mouth, with big ol’ teeth -- a glorious hole for Red American Meat, by golly!”

I’ll eat anything made in a lab. Just try and stop me. 

*Nods sagely*

Ah jeez; guess we’re all gonna have to go elsewhere to get our fix of children with huge tits.

I’m not joking. And yes, everybody will love them and make little cute noises. But do yourself a favor and get canned (not pickled) eggs for it — I’ve tried with fresh and it’s just too fuckin much.

“Raport: None McDaniolds HandBurgers Fownd In Last Nite Raide :(”
- Headline of “Towns’ New’s” broadsheet, seen posted to the town bulletin-tree in what was once Washington D.C., August 8th, 2023.

“Why don’t these inscrutable Orientals have an emotional response to our objectively shitty coffee? One truly wonders.”

I love making deviled quail eggs for gets-together.

I mostly just forage in other people’s gardens. Sometimes folks put up pathetic little fences to keep me out, but I always get around ‘em.

It’s spite-voting. 

I don’t even own a TV.

One time I made Vermont Curry with heatdogs. Pretty good.

Do you guys also call grilled oysters “groysters”?

Sometimes I really miss Chicago.

Popcorn is ok, I guess. But I usually just grab a can of hominy and go to town.

I eat watermelon with my dog. 

That’s my whole schedule, though. Which is why I don’t keep a schedule. 

christ, this is depressing.