Bad Love
I was sitting at the casino bar in one of the bigger clubs on the strip. Like usual, minding my own business. When out of the blue, this little dude, Japanese I'd say, walks right up, bows his head and says, "Scuse prease ... Engrish not so good for Kendo." Now I can't help but wander what the hell this guy is up to, but what the hey, no reason to be rude, "You're doin' fine pal, what's on your mind?" "Uh ... Kendo berry much rike to talk for you. Prease say what name you own?" he...