Driving on the freeway this afternoon, I got behind a big white truck with the mysterious legend "Eat Our Sausage" on it. I pondered this message for several miles. There was no logo on the truck, just those words. It reminded me of Japan and all the impenetrable Japanese Engrish, especially on food items. I still delight in the existence of the Pokopoko Pea Snacks, whose package of pea-flavored cheetos encouraged me to eat them because they were my pal. Strangely, the pea pals looked kind of angry. Now, isn't that just a little disturbing? There were also the many fine kinds of Pocky (a crunchy pretzel stick covered in candy) which covered the demographics from Mother Stick to Men's Pocky. Check out this photo and admire the variety. Note, especially, the pickle-flavored candy sticks. Eeeeeeew. But of course, this barely swipes at the surface of the examples of Japanese Engrish. I highly recommend the hysterically funny Japanese Engrish page, and checking out the Can of the Month from Fetish. You really have to see some of the packaging to believe it. For now, I'll have to wonder whether or not the mysterious sausage truck was Japanese-owned or just painted by fans of mysterious slogans. Either way, I am going to strive to "Eat Our Sausage."