Tokyo Bruiser

Woah! look at the size of the tongue! She's really showing it all off!!

This guy just happened to be there. In the middle of the street. On a warm, cherry blossomed spring night in Tokyo. There he was. Just there. Just as you see him here: shorts, vest, retro Adidas, no laces and dyed blonde, goldie golden locks. Then of course there were the muscles. Would you take a look at 'em! Rippling indeed, and doesn't he know it. And doesn't she know it better, tongue all flappy and dribbling. Although this guy was, himself, clearly 'The Champ', he insisted on telling me that his buddy, wearing a full two piece black suit as opposed to the 'muscle man' style, was "the champion". "Champion of Sake drink". With a huge, roaring, almost forced, burst of laughter he pointed a finger at his suited companion, who, at that very moment, proceeded to projectile vomit into the curb in which he lay. Charming.