I'm on my way home from the station and see the door of this rinky-dink
little izakaya come flying open and two plastered oyajis come rolling
out(one of them,literally) and a huge sissy-boy slap party ensued. As wet as
I was I had to stand and watch this silliness as did a young guy driving a
van in the road next to me.
These two old queers had no balls whatsoever. Smacking and slapping and
"kono yaroing" all over the place.
After I couldn't deal with the lameness any longer I looked at the dude in
the van,shrugged and said"omoshirokunai" he said,"un" and we both bolted.
This is one of several street fights that I have seen in three years.
Are they really all such weak fighters??
I've seen better punchups in nursing home parking lots back home.

Faegs.


Brian