end it all.sensuous. (sen-shoo-ush) adj. : Relating to, suggestive of, or appealing to sense gratification
hooly shee-it shoe has run inta the Bowl of the YEAR. JIRO, in the motherfuckin' sengawa, laid shoe the shit oot wit a mauling crosscut. here's how it happened..
shoe had his eye on this joint, what wit all they boogers always hangin oot the front, trying to get in and all like they wanted to eat. an so it came ta be that shoe had the chance to give it a go.. an lucky ass shoe he wuz cuz they was only one skinny sweaty booger in front o shoe in the line.
then a voice come a boomin' from the shoppe, "ANY OOMORI COONTS OOT THERE?" he says.. 'NAYE!' shoe squeaked. wtf?
shoe had a looksee at the vendin machine options. we gots the ramen, the pork-in ramen, then a mad combo o' increasiningly ree-dickulus volumes o pork n noodles. shoe went for the modest ramen, pork IN. shoe then squirted up to the counter, the joint reekin o pepper n garlick. two hardworkin' muthas were rockin the pans, scoopin out great PILES o noodles and MOUNDS of moyashi n fixins.
jiro is a workin' man's paradise. word to wise, the bowls are MONSTER. "garlick?" the hardworkin' mutha asked. naye. shoe's B when it came was big, but it was teeny compared to the skinny sweaty booger next to him. THAT bowl was a quibbly jibbly mass o noodles n porky shtuff. jiro is all about they noodles, likes. an you gets plenty o' them. thick as udon, and tastee as fuck. soup? what the fuck is that? shoe snapped a quick piccie, an dived in. by the time shoe got near the end o the B, the SSB next to 'im had just got the noodles down to the bowl-line. volume ex-po-nential, like. oh, an the pork? massive, fellas, massive. like as in shoe gots a whole block o the shtuff all to hisself. five or six slabs, thick as a ciggie case, bigger than yo mama's brown dime.
it took a while, but shoe got outta there in one piece, juice dribblin down his chin, a snotty nose an stretch marks on his belt. he then cracked oot three great farts to the delight o the small phalanx o punters a-waitin outside (seemed like nite o the livin' dead during the bowl, with people all slowly accumulatin', peering in the windows.)
three giant mass-o-humanity towers wit freakin' tentacles n' shit inna middle o a crackin' thunderstorm for the jiro. ROCK \m/
nanairoshoe has been minin' the kichijoji for some time now, so it was a refresshin' break to get a bowl in another town for a change.
here we gots a fine fine bowl in the mitaka, the nanairo. it's always got some boogers linin' up out the front, an it was no diff the nite shoe pulled up wit the shoe-rocket.
small, but friendly, the dudes at nanairo are pretty quiet, runnin the show like swiss automatons. shoe got in a great bowl, nice egg, thick n mellow, an the onions onna top didnt even bug the shoe all that much, despite the mephitic lurk
three rainbows n unicorns for nanairo. whee!
sluggin itlast week shoe had a late nite, an was lookin to get in a quick bowl before headin back to shoe hovel. there it was, the tenka-ippin. shoe had never evar set foot in the tenka-ippin. tenka-ippins are everywhere, an up ta now shoe has turned his nose up at 'em, but this time he broke down an went in for a fix.
two choices, the kotteri or assari. shoe went kotteri, natch, but didnae expect just how freakin' thick this shit was.
yea gods! pure snotty glop! dorodoro all the way it was. flavourwise it wasnt too bad, but the sloppy muck was the only thing that shoe had on his wee mind..
a cheeky beer an a plate o' salty chahan later, shoe was a-filled up to brim, goop levels proper.
three unknown comics for this B, wotta hoot!