eastern sushi tour

I left America to find love, not my own stupid face in a mirror.

I got 12 messages from strangers in Tokyo. None were my mom.

I told my boss I was going on a business trip. I’m actually going to get laid.

I walked into a sushi bar and 5 girls turned around. I didn’t even order anything.

I asked the waitress for extra wasabi. She said I was spicy. I said that was a compliment.

I got kicked out of a restaurant for trying to dance with the owner.

I came for the food, but I stayed for the hot girls.

I had 10 rolls and 3 girls. I still don’t know which was better.

I told my friend I was going to Japan. He said, ‘Don’t come back until you’ve kissed a geisha.’

I said I was going to Japan to learn about sushi. I didn’t mention I was going to learn about sex too.

I had a conversation with a sushi chef. He asked me if I wanted to go out. I said yes. Then I realized he was a guy.

I told my mom I was going to eat sushi. She said, ‘Don’t forget to bring me back a souvenir, and maybe a boyfriend.’

I ate sushi and I ate love. I didn’t eat enough rice.

I told my crush I was going to Japan. She said, ‘Don’t forget to bring me back a memory, and maybe a ring.’

I went to a sushi bar and I left with a date. I didn’t even finish my meal.

I went to Japan to get laid. I got laid, and I got sushi. I didn’t come back hungry.

I asked the sushi chef if he wanted to go out. He said, ‘Only if you pay for the bill.’

I told my friend I was going to eat sushi. He said, ‘Don’t forget to flirt with the locals.’