A little over 12 hours to go. (Still not packed.) Here is the group going to Japan:
These may or may not be our real names. Done to protect our privacy and mostly our dignity.
- JOE (me)
- KAZ (the “leader”, he came up with the itinerary)
- KURTIS (used to be Curtis, apparently really wants to go the Pilot Pen Museum)
- DUNGUS (pronounced doon-guss.)
None of us (as far as I know) speak any functional Japanese. I have a feeling we will be doing a lot of pointing, gesturing, drawing and other skills learned in countless drunken games of Cranium. The four of us are off together for an epic adventure (I hope). It’s going to be just like that movie Wild Hogs (sadly) except we aren’t on bikes, won’t be in the US and none of us has actually seen that movie.
That’s right, Kurtis is Martin Lawrence.
It will probably end up more like the movie Stand By Me.
We’ll get lost, get harrassed by Kiefer Sutherland, vomit gallons of blueberries and one of us will get leeches on his genitals. (But we will all learn a valuable lesson about friendship.)
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Why is Joe the tallest?
He’s no Danny Zuko.
Did you know that the Japanese speak English? Especially the younger ones. They start learning English in the ninth grade (but take it more seriously than we approached foreign language at ‘Iolani).
If a beautiful girl acts like she doesn’t speak English, she probably just doesn’t wanna talk to you.
Wait, the Japanese speak Engrish?
Hmmm, there’s a bit of a problem. There’s standard English. Then there’s the English that you guys use. 8P