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More Ichinensei Fun

I really like the new ichinensei classes. They're all, for the most part, really cute and adorable. They're also full of energy, a nice (but tiring!) contrast to the sannensei who are getting their asses kicked by life (this will continue, sadly, for the rest of their Japanese lives, the one exception being their 4 years in college). They also say the most off-the-wall shit, sometimes completely unintentional.

I was at the School of Peace, which of course meant more run-ins with Penis-Boy. Yes, I have downgraded him, I just didn't feel right calling him Penis-Man yet. I feel that Penis-Man is something he's gonna have to work his way up to. Kind of like how Superboy had to work his way up to Superman. I also found out that Penis-Boy has an older brother, a sannensei student. They look a lot alike, but the older brother seems to be radicially less enamored with his junk, so I'm refraining from giving him the "Penis-Man" handle.

Anyway, in class we were doing a self-introduction exercise. The students were supposed to stand up and give a short intro speech about themselves following a decided format..."Hi, I'm (name). I'm from (city of origin). I like (anything here). I play (some kind of sport/activity). After proceeding through the class, we finally landed on Penis-Boy.

...If you can't already guess what happens next, I'm going to track you down and personally smack you myself.

Penis-Boy stood up and said "Hi, I'm (Penis-Boy). I'm from Japan. I like Az. I play tennis." This, however, isn't what he'd written down. I'd made it a point to sneak over beforehand and check out what he'd written down, which went, completely unsurprisingly, like this - "Hi, I'm (Penis-Boy). I'm from Japan. I like penis. I play sex." ....Right. With your undying love of penis kid, I really don't want to know what kind of sex you're playing, thank you very much.

It was only later that I realized that in his "sanitized" version, I had become a substitute for penis. ...Aint that some shit? How many of you can actually say you were a substitute for penis at some point in your lives? Only in Japan.

I'm really starting to think this kid needs help. I said before, all little boys are fascinated by their junk at some point, but this goes far above and beyond the call of duty. I wouldn't be surprised if his just one day gave up fell right off out of protest. This boy loves penis almost as much as Noisy Fucker loves the sound of his own voice. ...Yes, it's that bad. That boy aint right. I also decided that given his devotion to penis, I am simply never going to let this boy touch me, ever.

Incidentally, after this class three boys launched a Dual Kancho/Dick Grab Assualt on me. Back in the day, this would have been some serious shit (thinks back to the "Desperate Struggle" episode). But not now, oh no, no no. Ever since I became an Ascended Niga Gaijin™, I got this shit on lockdown. I was knocking them away like Neo batting away Agent Smith clones, y'know if Agent Smith was a 12-year old Japanese boy trying to grab The One's mystical bits. At one point, I picked up one of the boys and was using him to swat away the other two. It was fuckin' beautiful. All I need is John Woo to direct, and a few white birds and this is Hollywood Blockbuster-calibur stuff, I'm telling you.

I know you're out there. I can feel you know. I know that you're afraid...you're afraid of me. You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin. I'm going to hang up this phone, and then I'm going to show these people what you don't want them to see. I'm going to show them a world where large black men don't get their dicks grabbed. A world without kancho and dodgedick, without penis obsessions and waist-shaking. A world where Gaijins can roam the hallways of a Jr. high school freely and unmolested. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.

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We were playing the dengon game in the ichinensei class. Dengon game is just the message game...I tell the person sitting in the back of the row a sentence in English. They then tell the person in front of them by whispering, but they can only do it once. The message goes forward up the row until it gets to the person sitting up front. As long as the message is the same as the one I told the kid in the back (or reasonably close), they get points. If not, they get my patented Batsu Buzzer (I cross my arms and make an error-buzzer sound) and a "Better luck next time!"

Since they're new ichinensei, they don't know a whole lot of English. The sentence I gave the kids in the back was "I come to school by train." This isn't too different from what's in the textbook, which is "I come to school by bike." I don't know why, but the train completely throws them off. It's odd. By the time the message got to the front, it had gone through all sorts of collapse.

One group though...now, I have no idea how in the world this could possibly happen from "I come to school by train." But when I checked what the boy sitting in the front had written, it went like this - "I do you school bus."

....................Yes.

That is simply the greatest unintential slip-up, ever. I don't know what doing someone school bus is. Long, yellow, and bumpy? With rowdy kids in the back? A free service to the community? I have no idea, but I'm determined to find out. And put it to actual use. I seriously want to bust this out in real life. Imagine things are getting all hot and heavy, then all of a sudden you get hit with "Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna do you school bus." The initial reaction alone would be worth whatever fall-out resulted from it.

"I do you school bus" goes in my Hall of Fame, right next to "spread your legs" and "gay bridge".

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