Previously on Adam Riff™'s Twitter:
I NEED THIS SHIRT. pic.twitter.com/ymqN0KKHyw
— Adam Riff™ (@adamriffs) August 1, 2017
// Las Vegas, NV
I wear my Balut Club shirt to amuse Drew, who is half-Filipino and writes about Filipino food. He notices "balut," but doesn't get the shirt.
Jon: Bullet Club is a wrestling stable in Japan.
Drew: Okay…
Ilsh and I are walking to the cashier in the Flamingo to cash out our chips when I hear someone behind me holler "Too Sweet me, bro! Too Sweet me!"
I turn around and see a pudgy white bloke in a dress shirt asking me to Too Sweet him.
I indulge his request.
Ilsh: What was all that?
Jon: Heh. It's something a wrestling stable in Japan does.
Ilsh: And then he did this hand gesture and the dude stopped shouting "Too sweet."
Drew: Okay…
Later that day, Ilsh and I are walking through the Linq Promenade when I hear someone behind me holler "Too Sweet me, bro!"
I turn around and see another pudgy white bloke in a dress shirt asking me to Too Sweet him.
I take a few steps in his direction, decide against Too Sweet-ing him, and turn back around.
Ilsh is doubly bemused now.
"Was he the same dude from earlier?" I wonder. "Did he (or they) notice that my shirt is not a Bullet Club shirt? Or does wearing a play on a Bullet Club shirt suggest familiarity with Bullet Club?"
I am almost 35 years old.