A word about the meatsweats: Well Drew and I were talking and he said he thought he'd had ‘em before, and I'm pretty sure I must've had ‘em at one time or another. That fine mist forming on your lip, those beads of sweat gathering on your brow. Things that cannot be blamed on the heat or even the physical strain of overfilling your stomach. A phenomenon all its own. If you know of them, if you too have dampened your collar dining on flesh - Don’t be ashamed. We understand.
posted by Skim at Monday, May 23, 2005
Short, black haired, beak-nosed asiatic male. Can often be observed on Southern California streets cramming muffins and pizza slices into oversized maw.
7 Comments:
so where's the godddamn driving mix?
Shut yur hole. My computer sucks.
Why don't you love mom? Don't you know she cut open her belly for you?
For those of you who are confused by akim's last comment, it is an ancient asian tradition that a pregnant mother plunges a short sword into her belly in the ninth month. If the fetus lives, then she is honored in the temples and shrines that dot the landscape, and her child must make offerings once a year. At those times, camel and panda bladders are filled with rice and floated down rivers bearing away evil karma that infects the shrine. Her comment about me not loving my mother is in reference to my substituting the more expensive panda bladder with a cheaper goat bladder. Hope this cleared up any confusion.
Hello! That's supposed to be a secret ASIAN ritual. Way to tell all the round-eyed foreign devils.
My bad, Fei-fei.
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