Q: How many Japanese men does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Depends. Are there asses on fire at the time? Because from what I hear, that can make all the difference.
(h/t Major John)
Q: How many Japanese men does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Depends. Are there asses on fire at the time? Because from what I hear, that can make all the difference.
(h/t Major John)
Oh wow, Jeff is the new Imus. Make fun of those poor little Japanese people because of their habit of accidentally setting their asses on fire. Why not go all the way and say those “straight-haired ho’s” deserve it too!
“The fire would have been just under your buttocks.”
That’s all well and good, but if we’re talking mid-July for a 44-year-old man, there’s going to be more that buttocks hovering over that commode campfire.
Gives a whole new meaning to “hot shit!”
Wait just a minute here.
Wouldn’t a Toto Bidet bite your ass?
Better to buy fully manual Italian bidets. And no, Italian bidet manufacturers aren’t paying me. Oh wait, what’s this check in the mail??
Ah yes, the garden hose through the window. Very reliable, no fire hazard.
Crever people!
Sounds similar to Michael Bond’s books about Monsieur Pamplemousse, who is always having misadventures in French Sanisettes (electric street toilets):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanisette
Monsieur Pamplemousse had the misfortune to be caught in a Sanisette during the cleaning cycle….
Damn. That would almost be worth the risk.
My dreams are shattered.
If any Japanese men are getting hot cross buns, they’re sitting down to pee.
Cordially…
I can just hear them : <em>Ching chong, ass on fire, ching chong
Or have a high-fiber diet.
Ack, I broke the blog. sorry. more coffee.
Weak…more offensive would be, “Me scorch you long time.”
Heh…my submit code is “hot88.” Perfect.
“Me scorch you RONG time.” Come on, man.
There always are.
likely83, says this thing.
Glutal Warming
You sure you wanna know about Indonesian toilet bowls?
I hope14 not…
Hey, my brother-in-law has one of those things. Not sure what model. It’s not a bidet, it’s a toilet seat that washes and dries you after you poop. Way more advanced than toilet paper, and pricier too.
Unfortunately, my daughter has taken care of my disposable income for the forseeable future. Unless I win the lottery, my buns are safe.
It’s better when mom does it. (ed.- Mom, is Thursday at three good?)
T/W:drive65— Or something like that…
Man, do those Japs have their shit together, or what?