Ho, Ho, Hot!
Our 2005 Christmas festivities in Miami. Day one: Benihana.
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After a snafu with the fake tree, Dad settled for what goes for last minute in Miami, Charlie Brown's tree, and lo we love it.
That guy in the picture in the middle of Benihana's wall of celebrity visits certainly looks familiar. I'm pretty sure he's been in all the papers.
Don't accept it, Jonathan! That's raw fish she's handing you! Wash your hands, clean out the tapeworms, pump your tummy! You could have a live goldfish swimming in your colon!
I'm not sure Stephanie understands how eating at a Japanese steakhouse makes Scott feel better about drafting Kaz Matsui on his fantasy baseball team.
That's strange. Bill never has a second cup of green tea at home.
Steamed rice is for healthy people. Curse them and their unblocked arteries!
Dad's joke about the samurai and the circumcised fly kills at parties.
Memoirs of a ceramic Geisha mug: "Who's this perv sucking Diet Coke out of my head?"
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