Ack! Aren’t they just too fucking precious?

I don’t know whether their for drinking or douching. If you say to me, “But Maggie, it’s Japanese, it’s baby blue, and it’s got bubbles,” I would normally need no more information to order 10 pounds or 100 or 2 cases or 500 shares, whatever. Double that if it has it’s own cartoon mascit.

I am crazy for Japan like Japanese girls are crazy for kitties. But I am also a cheap bastard, you at least know that by now. So just like I would never pay 10,000 yen for a square watermelon…

Sparkle and Bling: Sake Makes Its Move>
Nelly can’t be far behind
in this issue of the Seattle Weekly