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Wednesday, May 13
EVERY TIME I READ ANYTHING FROM BREITBART, I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO TAKE SEVERAL SHOWERS
And every time I read the comments section, I often wish I were aborted.
Visited The Choe's new apartment a couple days ago.
"Take off your shoes."
You can take The Choe out of the CHING-CHONG, but you can't take the CHING-CHONG out of The Choe.
When I was little, I was actually offended that my AZN friends made me take off my shoes when I got into their house. Unaware that it was just a cultural thing, I just assumed that their families thought I was scum.
Dude, if I were Michael Savage, I'd be stoked to be banned from the UK. How much more BAD-ASSSSSSS can you get than BEING BANNED FROM ENTIRE COUNTRY!?
"Hi, collegiate-age-looking-girl-who-I've-just-met-at-this-bar, what's your name?"
"Brandy, how about we continue this conversation at my apartment downtown?"
"Uh, no, thanks, grandpa."
"...did you know I'm legally restricted to enter the United Kingdom? For my words?"
"TAKE ME HOME, BABY!"
Bring it on down to RAD-ville:
My favorite comment: "We go together 'cuz I'm a dancing cat"