I was charged extra when checking out of the hotel in Tokyo, because I may have gotten a little over enthusiastic going to town with my box full of vending machine pocket punanis.
Jesus, today I FINALLY feel back to my normal self and the brain fog has departed. That took a LOT longer than it did in April. Of course I also didn't drink every night in April.
Just a few random thoughts in stream of consciousness-style:
I was spanked. (apparently)
I bought conditioner thinking it was body soap, and couldn't understand why it wouldn't lather no matter how much I pour into my hand and rubbed over me. But boy my skin was silky smooth.
I bought a wireless egg vibrator for my baglady.
Everytime I went to the bathroom during Karaoke something happened while I was gone. First time, I get back and there is a broken beer glass and shards of glass all over. Second time on the last night, suddenly all the dude's shirts are off (they weren't when I left).
I swung a giant dildo around like a medieval weapon.
I got to see Asimo and got some great video footage of him dancing.
I sat on a girl's lap.
I almost didn't make it home. Waiting for Sasha outside the bathroom in Chicago, I suddenly hear "This is flight ### bound for Austin final boarding call. Mr. B this is your last boarding call." Sasha had already boarded! Fuck me, I had to run like a bitch down the terminal. Last one on the plane. But guess what, that means FIRST BAG off the plane bitches! (Actually that was Sasha's but my bag was second).
Brook has a nice ass.
Skewered bacon-wrapped cheese balls are like nothing else in this world.
I bought a pair of candy tits (nipples and all) to give to my boss.
The Tokyo Motor Show was off the chain.
