My friend and I were enjoying a drink at Tony's, Numazu's primary hangout for internationals, when somewhere in the thick Saturday-night crowd I spotted a cobra. I'm not really a professional drinker so for me it was a little unusual to see snakes in a bar and it certainly arrested my attention. In this case, however, the Cobra turned out to be merely a drawing etched on someone's arm. It was a pretty good tattoo and I was in a friendly mood at the time, I guess, because I called out, "hey, nice tat!" A male, Japanese face (not a pretty one) turned toward me and smiled. "Thank you!" said the face, the presumed owner of both cobra and arm. The man sat down at our table, pointed at the muscular
painted limb and explained (loudly) that the size of the cobra directly corrosponded to the dimensions of his primary sexual organ. My companion, a female co-worker, was so impressed that she excused
herself and left the bar entirely, leaving me with this dreadful company and a growing sense of panic.
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