Wheeeeee!

Regrettably, I am currently without camera (on account of a certain Korean-based blonde-haired floozie who shall remain nameless, Jessica).
Heh, actually I just left the power cord in Korea because because I'm retarded.

But it is thus that the madness of Tokyo Fetish parties cannot as of yet be documented pictorially (read: sufficiently). Needless to say, it was quite the spectacle, although besides the blood-spitting, cutting, unclothed women strung to the ceiling with ropes, and general underworld feeling of being surrounded by monstrous, violent perverts, it was a pretty tame evening.
Fabulously evil music emanated from strategically-placed speakers while strategically-placed beautiful, diabolical women armed with whips wailed away with strategic violence on fat, hooded Japanese slaves.
The event decayed into even more sordid states of affair as the night wore on...

Event: another Saturday night in bowels of Tokyo
Description: feral
Analysis: repeatable
Rating (Out of 10): 9
Emerged around 6.
Alive.
Good.
Made it home by 11.
Still alive.
Still good.

My carcass gave up as it passed through my door, yielding a horrendously vile length of sleep and an even more horrendously vile lack of memory, as upon waking, a painful round of cleaning the apartment ensued...to be quite precise, something happened, presumably as I slept, that had the effect of causing my once glorious palace to resemble Len's sadly dissheveled hobbit-hole cum refuse disposal unit. Filled with shame and remorse I went out and spent my few remaining yen bowling. As I smashed pin after pin with athletic vigour (and while being accosted by horrendous Japanese pop music at a horrendous volume), I vowed never again to let my Japanese home degrade into a pit of doom resembling Len's horrible hovel in Korea......................Thus spake Zarathustra.