Fear and Loathing in Japan

In a tribute to the recently deceased Hunter S. Thompson, this week’s 3 part episode (because blogger sucks) is recorded in the Gonzo Journalism fashion.

Christ man! Where in the Yosemite-Sam-Hell am I? Surrounded by industrious midgets at every turn, I wade through this “uni-race” country parting the masses when I walk the streets like a hobo on Rodeo Drive. What am I doing here man? Everything is a blur of Cute and Cuddly, ready for consumption products, firewater, and episodes of “Deadwood.” I spontaneously yell out “cocksucker!” while walking the streets, making the inhabitants flee from the albino Godzilla. Of course not a soul can understand me when I say I want assistance of any kind, yet when I blaspheme its almost as bad as if I had called someone a Korean…almost.

Faint recollections of the females engaging in some sort of erotic primeval rite of passage in which they endeavor to pop the other’s Balloon with their Sword.