K: OK！Lucky Kusuda & Southjolno’s N: I don’t want this… K:
NozoEli Music Avenue. With the Sweet corn in a can getting cold and
going *clang clang* while we will humor this corner. THIS WEEK’S
HARASHOW! N: Today… Today… Kusuda-san… you… K: This corner is when the listeners collectively send us stories that is able to make us say ‘Harasho’ N: …Yes… K: These episodes will be graded by… South-chan… with the full score… N: I want you to say Nanchan. What even is South-chan… K: South-chan will grade each. Whoever gets a 10 harasho will get a program sticker present from the NozoEri Secret Garden. N: No, really. I don’t think a mail that would win against you would be coming today, Kusuda-san…
So many good things in this one… I’ll just include one chunk. Plus at the very end: Kussun: “I’m fine. あれ？違う。 I’m funny.”
From about 11:00-14:00 (The stuff in quotes Kussun said in English.)
[Drink Bar Daisuki-san’s email: Lately after getting home from work I have canned mandarin oranges. Do you two like that? What kind of canned fruit do you like?] Nanchan: Hahaha! Kussun: “Oh, okay.” Do you like canned mandarin oranges? Nanchan: I do like them. Kussun: Ohohoh. “Yes, me too.” Nanchan: Hahaha! Kussun: “Me too.” Nanchan: I like canned peaches too. Kussun: Ah, “peach.” Nanchan: “Peach.” Kussun: “Peach can.” Nanchan: “Peach can.” Hahaha… Do you like yellow peaches or white peaches? Kussun: White peaches. Nanchan: Me too. Kussun: “White peach. White peach… Yellow peach.” Nanchan: Kusuda-san, what kind of canned fruit do you like? Kussun: “Sweet corn.” Nanchan: Sweet corn? Kussun: “Yeah.” Nanchan: Corn? Kussun: “Yeah.” Nanchan:The kind where it’s really packed in there? Kussun: “Yeah.” It’s sweet corn. Nanchan: Do you always eat that? Kussun: “Yeah.” I just eat it straight, with a spoon. Nanchan: Eh? No way! Really? Kussun: Yeah. Nanchan: That’s unusual! Kussun: It’s good! Kussun: If you put it in the fridge so it gets cold, it’s really good. Nanchan: Wait. You cool it? In the fridge? Kussun: I cool it, I cool it. Nanchan: Really? Kussun: Until the can goes “kin kin.“ [Nanchan dissolves into laughter.] Kussun: Until it’s like, "Ouch, that’s cold!” Eh? What happened? Eh? What happened? What happened? Eh? Why are you laughing? Nanchan: Hahaha! “The can goes kin kin!” Kussun: Eh? Nanchan: It’s all over! I can’t go on anymore today! Kussun: Eh? Nanchan: Please just go on by yourself!
[After the break.]
Kussun: “Okay.” It’s Lucky Kusuda and South Jolno’s NozoEli Music Avenue.
Nanchan: No way…
Kussun: We’ve got the sweet corn cooled until the can goes kin kin, and next up we have this merry corner [da ze]!
“This Week’s Harasho!” For this corner we ask you to send in surprising episodes from everyday life that make you say, “harasho!” Depending on the episode… South-chan will award up to 10 points…
Nanchan: Hahaha! Are you trying to say Nanchan? South-chan?
Kussun: South-chan will award up to 10 points! People who get the full 10 Harasho will get the special radio program Himitsu no Hanazono present!
Nanchan: I don’t think any mail we get can beat today’s Kusuda-san.
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example Overseer, overseer, overseer, overseer Officer, officer, officer, officer Yeah, officer from overseer You need a little clarity, check the similarity The overseer rode around the plantation The officer is off, patrolling all the nation The overseer could stop you what you’re doing The officer will pull you over just when he’s pursuing The overseer had the right to get ill And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill The officer has the right to arrest And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest
We agreed on a fee, a thousand dollar gurantee Tax free! And a bonus if I trimmed her tree Now who could foretell that it would go so well? For sure as I am here, that dog is now in doggy hell After an hour, Evita, in all her glory On the window ledge of that 23rd story Like Thelma and Louise did when they got the blues Swan dove into the courtyard of the Gracie Mews!
Soon, we’ll be without the moon, Humming a different tune, And then, there may be tear drops to shed. So while there’s moonlight and music and love and romance, Let’s face the music and dance. Let’s face the music and dance….