DearScotty

I’ve finally discovered the mysterious flavor of the cold wilted salad that’s served with the fish. For school lunch we get a bowl of rice which is usually safe to eat and a bowl of hot soup. The main dish is normally some cold piece of meat or cold undercooked omelet thing. Next to the main plop of cold meat is a mysterious wilting salad consisting of grass, spinach, carrots, bean sprouts, and other mysterious greens pulled from the ocean. I can never figure out what this taste is, but I eat it anyways so I don’t offend anyone.

Well today I discovered what it is that I’m actually tasting. After realizing that I’d been eating salad dressing that comes from squeezing out sweaty gym socks, I choked a bit, put down the sticks and quit. Somewhere in pre-modern Japan, a future chef was fighting with his older brother about green tea until it got violent. They fought and rolled into a western camp where the older brother grabbed some used underwear of one of the foreigners and stuffed it into the younger brother’s mouth. The fighting ceased and the soon to be nutritionist for the Japanese education system soon found himself sucking on the underpants trying to squeeze out all the sweaty goodness. A new trading system was developed for used underwear and socks that is until the Japanese finally started to wear underwear of their own. Remnants from this dark past are still visible in Tokyo where men can purchase used women’s underwear from vending machines.

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