Pizza and Perv II

What does the spring season bring to my mailbox?

(Part I here)

Why, more pizza delivery and prostitute delivery literature of course!

As always, pizza first.





I've seen the "Cheese Fantasy" before, but they are upping the ante with a "Mille Feuille" layered deal. Dominos brings this one's for the ladies.



And Pizza Hut chips in for the dudes.



ぜーーーんぶソーセージ... It's aaaaalllllll sausage.



This one is called "Cheese Harmony". Because all that cheese oozing out of every crevice comes together in some sort of cosmic way.



Hooray?

And..... the perv.



This one is a little bland, so they spice it up with multiple colors! It's like they tripled their audience. Sure, pink screams sex, but sometimes you want to be a badass black kinda guy. Or maybe you're a Giants fan and want some orange lovin after a win at nearby Tokyo Dome Stadium.



Another boring one, but notice the bottom. Buy 12, get 1 free!



Yeah, it's a trend of boring ads this time. Why is an oil massage twice as much as a regular massage?

Ome to Tokyo Time Lapse

Took this time lapse video the other day. Ome is at the foot of nature, west of Tokyo. Takes about an hour to drive there, about an hour and a half on the train. Enjoy!



All editing done by http://howtojaponese.com/

Expect some more of these in the future, I like the way it came out.

Yes, I know my rev bulb is out. I'm slowly converting the CB1000 into ninja stealth mode.

Kanamara Festival

What brings the Boy Scouts out on such a fine Sunday afternoon?



Why is this man waving a flag?



This giant, colorful flag.



Why has tengu graced us with his presence?



What is this cop.... wait a sec... go back!



Focus! Left quadrant!



It's the Kanamara Matsuri! You know, the one where transvestites march a massive pink phallus around town.



Followed by this stunning black member. Did you forget what country you were in or something?





Grab some penis shaped merch.



Stick a dollar in your hat.



Enjoy your cock candy.



In different flavors.



Carry some wooden wood mikoshi.



Buy some ladies undies from this rad character.



Live blog the event.





Sit yourself atop the big dick. It's good luck! Or something.





Take lots of photos.



And get your sex education from this cheery fella. You're in Japan, might as well make the most of it.

And now for the two raddest photos of the day. Cumming in at number 2:



A Pentium II backpack, in mint condition. That gear is like 1997!

And number 1:



The Star of David, holding the reigns of a ten foot cock, at a fertility festival, in Japan.

Wedding Party at the HUB

Okay, so I'm not necessarily a stingy person. Frugal would be a better word. So when I received a wedding invitation from my friend, and noticed that it was being held at the HUB, I did a total "The Fuck?!" moment.



If you live in Tokyo, you know the HUB. It's the chain of foreigner friendly bars. You can trick people from the countryside into thinking its an authentic British pub. Well, they serve fish and chips along side the edamame and salmon / potato / mayo pizza, so maybe it's more of a fusion thing. Good Beer and Country Boys shares my view about these places. Anyways, the interesting thing here is that I went to an actual wedding 2nd party where they rented the place out.



I've seen the ads on the walls, for the 6000 yen a head wedding party here. Here we go!



I ordered a gin and tonic, calling a brand name of gin, to which I was refused. Apparently the good stuff is reserved for regular times. But then my friend and I noticed that Guinness was on tap. How many pints of Guinness can we drink?



And how many plates of fried chicken can we eat?



"Seriously? You're complaining about the cheap drinks and shitty food, instead of enjoying your friend's special day? You cheap bastard!"



Of course I am!

Until the prize giveaway. After a heated round of rock-scissors-paper with the groom, a winner is chosen.



Me, bitches!



I won a new fucking iPod! Rock and Roll. Someone else won a Russian calendar; another person won cold hard cash.



By the way, in Japan, only family and coworkers and really close friends go to the actual ceremony. This is followed by a 2nd party, where everyone is invited. It's almost always a rented out bar or restaurant affair, with fun and games. No one does the chicken dance.



Then they actually kick you out after 3 hours. And you ride your bicycle home in the rain.

With your new fucking iPod.

Oh, and congratulations guys. If you read this (highly unlikely) don't get the wrong idea.

Bleak, Post Apocalypse Building in Omotesando

In the future, when robots dictate daily life, and the Antichrist (Obama!) has supreme power, the architecture will reflect the status quo.



Sharp angles of ferroconcrete jut out of the earth.



Windowless facades remind us daily of our worthless existence.



Or maybe...



... it's just Japanese headquarters of Nickelodeon in Omotesando.



Spongebob says you can get some rad chicken just down the road.