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There ain’t much funner than a night of Japanese karaoke. Too hung-over to conjugate my nouns, I’d like to apologize for not inviting you. Also, I’m terribly hung-over.

I can’t stay long. I’m off to teach a class. But in the spirit of whatever it is I do that has spirit, I have to share another first. De-Robe Your Partner From Behind Karaoke.

Maybe it’s a culture thing. I dunno. Or the insane amount of Asahi we drank just prior. Always a suspect.

Jesus. My head hurts.

Fu*k you Patrick Swayze. Fu*k you AND the pottery wheel you rode in on.


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