All Dressed Up But Nowhere to Whore

I’m on another business trip. It’s late, I’m sweaty. In a suit. Wasted from a day of picking up on the subtle nuances of Japanese corporate doublespeak, flipping the sentences backwards and into another language, then funneling it down the client’s ear.
Now I’m back at the hotel with several hours worth of work ahead of me and the shrill ring of an alarm clock not mine own to look forward to in the morn.
Time to sign off, folks, but before I go, let me give you the Buddha’s One True Way to get an annoying fat gaijin perv in a middle management position to leave you alone and quit dropping hints like, “so what are Jap girls like?,” and, “so what’s the deal with those hostess clubs we passed earlier?” over a business dinner:
When he gets all drunk and alco-sentimental with your boss later on and lays pictures of his kids on the table, echo everybody’s remarks about how cute they are and what a lovely family he has, then lean over the table and hiss, “God hates sinners.”
Note: It’s all in the angryasianman.jpg

5 Replies to “All Dressed Up But Nowhere to Whore”

  1. Heh. Whenever white guys ask me what it’s like screwing a J-girl (because they don’t know), I say it’s like screwing their wife – but 100-times better. End of conversation.

  2. I’d rather the pervs stay in open waters where you can spot them easily, like in a bar or on “business trips” with Shadow Warriors as their escorts….imagine having to protect your kids from Shadow Pervs at places like Disneyland.
    God might hate sinners, but they do proliferate like cockroaches, huh?

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