Men’s Pocky. Not to be confused with the transgendered Pocky that JAL dishes out at snacktime.
I don’t really get it. I tried asking a JAPANESE MAN about it, he just blushed and turned away. I must be missing something. Does this stuff belay secret powers of virility? (I hope so, because the birthrate in Tokyo rates in the negatives).
I ate some. I’ve yet to sprout hair on my chest, begin tearing out Hustler pin ups OR find myself strangely drawn to Nascar. Oh well. It may take time. I’ll let you know. In the meantime, Pop Me a Cold One.