Big in Japan: The Subtle Art of Eating Blowfish

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Is there anything, harvested from the sea that the Japanese won't eat? To eat something that either tastes awful or just plain fishy at best, for the thrill of getting a numb tongue and a tiny potential of having your respiratory system paralyzed is as goofy as the used schoolgirl panties sold in vending machines in Japan.
Don't get me started on all the endangered species that have sacrificed horns, testicles, or livers in order to "super-charge" the Japanese male virility, or those gawd-awful polyester, blue suits, short-sleeved white shirts and plain navy ties every male wears. Repeat after me boys, "we don't wear clothes that melt".
I'm going to start an international fund to protect these cuddly little Poly-Ester critters from over-harvesting. When will cotton, wool or linen fabrics, or color make it to Tokyo? What a country.

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