This Isn't Funny

So I had my mid-contract evaluation today at work, I went to Kashiwa, correct branch the first time around(!) and it went fine. We had a little seminar for the new kids lessons for April 2007, which are an attempt to actually maybe teach the kids something at all whatsoever, rather than simply parroting English like they have been, both at Nova and in life in general. Best of luck to us all in this endeavor.

Anyway, after work today Jenn was like, hey wanna go out for a drink? So we made our way to the Hub, where, in keeping with the odd trend I've noticed recently, we ran into three or four people and another three or four showed up about 20 minutes after we arrived. At my table were Quinn, Jenn, Sarah and myself, followed by Sarah's boyfriend/fiance/husband later on. I of course shortly started in on my signature game, "Tell me a story" which has had increasing success, especially among this particular group of people, i.e. they've all got some crazy fucked up lives prior to moving here that are worth hearing about over drinks.

Anyway (I need to find a better way to start paragraphs), eventually the story rules came around to this: Quinn, tell us a story involving you, Japan, and fire.
Innocently, Quinn starts in on his story.
"So, this one time, I was in Hiroshima, and"
And we all started laughing. All of us. We're all going to Hell.