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Originally Posted by Big Sarge
Kiwis are too fruity
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I think it's time for the "curry gate" story.
When I lived in Tokyo, there were some N.Z. surfie guys who lived upstairs. We'd drop into each other's apartments and borrow sugar and milk and generally just hassle (and if we were really lucky
, we might get to watch a bit of a surfing video ). One of them had realised his currency with Japanese females and was testing how much value he actually had. I'd gone upstairs to borrow something one Saturday afternoon and I was told that under no circumstances was I to drop up that evening as he had a hot date. So that evening, I was sitting around, reading or watching TV or something when about 8 p.m. there was a knock on the door. Surprised, I went to open it. There was the N.Z. neighbour with a somewhat roundish, plain Japanese girl-very surprising given that his usual type was more like what you'd see in anime. Even more surprising was that he'd made the journey downstairs after the very strongly worded instructions earlier in the day.
Highly amused, but keeping a straight face, I enquired as to how I could assist. He informed me that there was a weird smell in the hall and he was afraid that it was some kind of noxious gas and they'd called the police to come and check it out. The police turned up and trawled the hallways and sucked their teeth as Japanese police are wont to do and said the equivalent of "uuuuuuuuummmm" alot.
Turned out it was some Indians cooking curry in one of the other apartments.