Seriously. Were they?
Vintage Yutaka & Takashi
And were they joined by the Ikemen from Oh(!)saka High?
Because, holy shit! I'm going to book a flight to Japan next year if they're into this sort of thing. Come hell or high water or lack of money. I'll be going to Manila on January, so I could start earning money by joining bankrobbers. What's a little crime to have a piece of Sorimachi ass? The thought of Yutaka literally in the flesh tantalizes me so much, I'm feeling the beginnings of a seizure.
Anyway, Hadaka Matsuri. Gawd.
A yearly festival held in Saidaiji, Japan where a bunch (practically a thousand) of loin-clothed wet men frolick around on icy cold wintry night, forming small groups while chanting "washoi! washoi!" (or "wtf, we're crazy nuts!" ---- kidding).
Guys the world over flock to this small town to consume copious amounts of sake and run around naked in the middle of winter because it's the sanest thing to do when it's cold.
Clothing are for pussies.
And if you think that's it, you're quite wrong. The climax of the event takes place at around midnight when the naked dudes painstakingly waits for two wooden stick (shingi) to be dropped from the temple, still chanting "washoi! washoi!"
The man who catches one of these without being stabbed in the eye will have a year of good luck. These sticks are so highly prized, that they're willing to trample each other just to get a hold of one of these.
These Japanese sure knows how to party. Gawd, Japan, I love you, man!
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