I recognize I'm introducing a realistic perspective where it doesn't belong, but seriously, fucking all night on bare tatami mats would be a great way to put yourself in the hospital with permanent back problems.
this is the best comic. there is in fact no better comic.
ETA: This chapter also answers a question that had been bugging me for a while. When the series first kicked off I did some cursory looking around to figure out what model of car they're driving, and I was confused, because it obviously...
Additional to the translator's note: last time I went to visit an ex-pat pal of mine in Japan, I says to him, "Is there anything I can bring you from the states?" He asked for a particular variety of Old Spice deodorant and as many Dr. Scholl's Odor-Eaters as I could carry.
Hahahaha oh man, I remember the days of peak Sakura Hirota. She and Chigusa Nagayo had that undercard comedy tag team in GAEA for a while and dudes just hated them like poison.
(notable exception: this classic match with Mayumi Ozaki and KAORU, the secret greatest brawlers of the Y2K era.)