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Manifesta
Who we are
This is our blog and contained herein are the random thoughts and musings of two hyper-intelligent bitches with too much time on our hands and not enough cash. From time to time we will post precisely what we damn well please about whomever we choose in the most insightful, caustic, and hopefully, humorous way possible. With the help of our loyal assistant, Miss Sakamoto, we will endeavor to bring a smile to your face and a wiggle to your hips with our unique brand of hardy har hars. If you don’t like the contents on our blog you may lick the crickety cracks of our black asses (except Miss Sakamoto; she’s Japanese so therefore does not have a black ass but she said you could lick the crickety crack her Japanese ass too). Please send all complements, questions, suggestions, and complaints to Miss Sakamoto at the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com
Why Sushi?
We don’t like sushi. We prefer our fish cooked but we respect the rights of all humans to eat their fish raw. Having said that, on to why we have dubbed this blog, Sex and the Sushi.
Have you ever seen a man that was so hot to death you thought you’d do almost anything to have him? We’ve felt that way also which is why when we see a man like that we say we’d eat sushi off him. That’s right – he’s so fine we’d eat raw seafood off his hot body!
Biographies
Galaxy Mafia - Half character assassin, half robot and dipped in a creamy covering of Southern Good Girl is our lovely Galaxy Mafia. Born on a beautiful tropical planet in the M 82 galaxy in Ursa Major, she came to earth because she was bored and needed a distraction. Her spaceship crash-landed and she was forced to use most of her better robot spare parts to build a cellular phone to call home. Unfortunately, all of the inhabitants of her planet are still out frolicking on the beach and haven’t checked their voicemail yet. To pass the time, until the mothership comes to swoop her up, she decided to join forces with Glamour Diva to edutain the ignorant masses (and make nasty remarks about them behind their backs) of her adopted home planet.
Glamour Diva -
1 oz apathy
2 oz badass
1 oz irreverence
Add intelligence liberally.
Mix in compassion but hold the pathos
Swirl slowly in a circular motion with a stick
Pour into a champagne flute.
Toss it back like a shot.
Try to keep it down.
She doesn’t wear mascara and lipgloss but don’t go getting all complacent or thinking too highly of yourself. She can break your heart and convince you that it was the best thing that happened to you since Cocoa Puffs, self-adhesive postal stamps and “Glitter” (yes, the movie, not the CD). This goddess wears kitten heels, she ditched her glasses long ago and one glance at her va-va-voom bosom will have you waking up in a cold sweat for weeks. She’ll be the most considerate friend you’ll ever have (especially if you happen to be an over-achieving fuck-up. . .which, let’s face it, you probably are) but stay tuned because her hunting knife is called INSENSITIVE and it’s 14-inches long.
Who we are
This is our blog and contained herein are the random thoughts and musings of two hyper-intelligent bitches with too much time on our hands and not enough cash. From time to time we will post precisely what we damn well please about whomever we choose in the most insightful, caustic, and hopefully, humorous way possible. With the help of our loyal assistant, Miss Sakamoto, we will endeavor to bring a smile to your face and a wiggle to your hips with our unique brand of hardy har hars. If you don’t like the contents on our blog you may lick the crickety cracks of our black asses (except Miss Sakamoto; she’s Japanese so therefore does not have a black ass but she said you could lick the crickety crack her Japanese ass too). Please send all complements, questions, suggestions, and complaints to Miss Sakamoto at the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com
Why Sushi?
We don’t like sushi. We prefer our fish cooked but we respect the rights of all humans to eat their fish raw. Having said that, on to why we have dubbed this blog, Sex and the Sushi.
Have you ever seen a man that was so hot to death you thought you’d do almost anything to have him? We’ve felt that way also which is why when we see a man like that we say we’d eat sushi off him. That’s right – he’s so fine we’d eat raw seafood off his hot body!
Biographies
Galaxy Mafia - Half character assassin, half robot and dipped in a creamy covering of Southern Good Girl is our lovely Galaxy Mafia. Born on a beautiful tropical planet in the M 82 galaxy in Ursa Major, she came to earth because she was bored and needed a distraction. Her spaceship crash-landed and she was forced to use most of her better robot spare parts to build a cellular phone to call home. Unfortunately, all of the inhabitants of her planet are still out frolicking on the beach and haven’t checked their voicemail yet. To pass the time, until the mothership comes to swoop her up, she decided to join forces with Glamour Diva to edutain the ignorant masses (and make nasty remarks about them behind their backs) of her adopted home planet.
Glamour Diva -
1 oz apathy
2 oz badass
1 oz irreverence
Add intelligence liberally.
Mix in compassion but hold the pathos
Swirl slowly in a circular motion with a stick
Pour into a champagne flute.
Toss it back like a shot.
Try to keep it down.
She doesn’t wear mascara and lipgloss but don’t go getting all complacent or thinking too highly of yourself. She can break your heart and convince you that it was the best thing that happened to you since Cocoa Puffs, self-adhesive postal stamps and “Glitter” (yes, the movie, not the CD). This goddess wears kitten heels, she ditched her glasses long ago and one glance at her va-va-voom bosom will have you waking up in a cold sweat for weeks. She’ll be the most considerate friend you’ll ever have (especially if you happen to be an over-achieving fuck-up. . .which, let’s face it, you probably are) but stay tuned because her hunting knife is called INSENSITIVE and it’s 14-inches long.
