where cider meets condensed milk
Monday, March 05, 2007
I don't want no yaks.
Today's Japanese lesson:
In this peaceful 'hood, we DON'T need no gangstas.
The OL, salaryman, and ojiichan (true cross-section of Japanese society) add:

Ho! No! We don't need no open-shirt thugs or high-heel-wearing, line-dancin' fools around these parts. No thugs, no scrubs, no Slap Leather. Please, boot-scoot yo'self to Matador for that. Gimme a high-five and leave in peace.
posted by Raychaa @ 2:32 PM  
1 comments:
  • At 10:55 PM, Blogger E Town said…

    I have a picture of that same sweet sign. Your explanation is pretty right on I think.

     
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