Pictured to the left is Hachiko. Hachi. Whatever. I call her either or, depending on my mood. The point of this blog is that Hachi is...well, how do I phrase this without her hitting me (she's sitting next to me)? Uhm. Hachi is this girl I know. Her real name shall not be mentioned, because she is in the witness protection program. Something about someone murdering a dog in front of her. I don't know the whole story, but I do know that the dog killer is still on the loose. Lock up your dogs, lest they be murdered by the dog murderer.
The point is not the dog murderer. The point is Hachi. Now, let me tell you something about this girl. She smiles. A lot. She's smiling right now even. And denying it. Hachi denies that she smiles all the time, and everything embarrasses her. Especially when you say 'sex.' Now she's cussing me out in her native tongue (Spanish). She does that a lot, and I usually just talk in random Japanese as a reply.
But anyway, here's Hachi. Hachi, Hachi, Hachi.
That gives me an idea. I think I will write a poem now.
HACHI (THE POEM)
Oh, Hachi, my dear sweet Hachi
She is not a fan of hockey
She enjoys to eat the pocky.
Hachi, Hachi.
You don't eat the pockey.
Best. Poem. Ever.
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