Some guys have all the luck.
In spite of the title, this isn't another post about my karaoke habits (Though I'm suddenly down to one a week, thanks to latency as the regular gig relocates. Man, I'm jonesing for some Tom Jones). Instead, I'm going to speak a little about the best job ever.
No, it's not my job, which eludes rigorous definition. It's the job of the person whose research led to the article I'm about to cite for you.
Now, I am not the worldliest of men; my own experience of the subject matter (a) not exhaustive and (2) none of your god damned business, so I will defer to an expert, and by expert, I mean the guy with the afforementioned (cue reverb'd annoucer voice)best job ever. From the mysterious Land of Japan, the empire where the sun rises, the land that gave us Ichiro, Godzilla, Nintendo, My Car, Tamagotchi, Pokemon, 70% of the Power Rangers, illegible stereo instructions, Wam Monkeys, and World War 2 comes the one thing every man on the planet has been longing to know ever since our ape ancestors fell out of the trees and started going bald. Yes, thanks to one man's dedication, we finally know what a woman's pubes say about her as a potential spouse.
That's right, folks. The man with the (cue reverb'd announcer voice) Best Job Ever is a pubic hair researcher. And I thought that my degree (Master of Science in Security Informatics) had a silly name. I went to the wrong school. (But, hey, praise be the Japanese Education System. I now know that in addition to Giant-Monster-Fighting, you can also get advanced degrees in pubic hair. Piloting a Giant Robot, is, of course, not a college degree since this is clearly taught at the elementary school level)
This Professor of Pubology informs us that the ideal wife (And, by an amazing coincidence, a large percentage of Japanese women, according to his research) has a pelt-below-the-belt reflecting a lack of concern with ethics and morality, which means that she'd be willing to take a lot crap from her husband, but also displays the apropriate level of wantonness in the sack. ("My mother never quite managed the combination of traits essential in a housewife. She was a whore in the kitchen and asleep in the bedroom." [3 points]).
Sadly for many of you, dear readers, the article fails to say what completely shorn equipment reflects, so you'll just have to go on wondering what kind of wife Jenna Jameson would be.
And now, if you don't mind, I have to go find out if Tokyo U offers correspondance courses. --------
No, it's not my job, which eludes rigorous definition. It's the job of the person whose research led to the article I'm about to cite for you.
Now, I am not the worldliest of men; my own experience of the subject matter (a) not exhaustive and (2) none of your god damned business, so I will defer to an expert, and by expert, I mean the guy with the afforementioned (cue reverb'd annoucer voice)best job ever. From the mysterious Land of Japan, the empire where the sun rises, the land that gave us Ichiro, Godzilla, Nintendo, My Car, Tamagotchi, Pokemon, 70% of the Power Rangers, illegible stereo instructions, Wam Monkeys, and World War 2 comes the one thing every man on the planet has been longing to know ever since our ape ancestors fell out of the trees and started going bald. Yes, thanks to one man's dedication, we finally know what a woman's pubes say about her as a potential spouse.
That's right, folks. The man with the (cue reverb'd announcer voice) Best Job Ever is a pubic hair researcher. And I thought that my degree (Master of Science in Security Informatics) had a silly name. I went to the wrong school. (But, hey, praise be the Japanese Education System. I now know that in addition to Giant-Monster-Fighting, you can also get advanced degrees in pubic hair. Piloting a Giant Robot, is, of course, not a college degree since this is clearly taught at the elementary school level)
This Professor of Pubology informs us that the ideal wife (And, by an amazing coincidence, a large percentage of Japanese women, according to his research) has a pelt-below-the-belt reflecting a lack of concern with ethics and morality, which means that she'd be willing to take a lot crap from her husband, but also displays the apropriate level of wantonness in the sack. ("My mother never quite managed the combination of traits essential in a housewife. She was a whore in the kitchen and asleep in the bedroom." [3 points]).
Sadly for many of you, dear readers, the article fails to say what completely shorn equipment reflects, so you'll just have to go on wondering what kind of wife Jenna Jameson would be.
And now, if you don't mind, I have to go find out if Tokyo U offers correspondance courses. --------
