The best part of the evening was watching Portnoy Uncle getting shitfaced. Portnoy, because he looks exactly like the groundhog in Bloom County, especially when drunk, and 'uncle', because all Cantonese gentleman of a certain age are 'uncle. Not all such people are drunk, however, and very very few of them growl and grumble like anything that.
The irritated grouchy old coot.
Perhaps what got him going was white people singing.
Certainly that got the bookseller ired.
White people.
Despite the Caucasians, we go there.
We are also Caucasian.
The fierce looking gangster sang too.
As did 'Tea Shop Little Sister'.
Fortunately, the mental defective in white did not.
But he did invite the white folks back.
Because he is an idiot.
Not nearly enough Mandarin singing, a sufficiency of Cantonese lyric, and way too effing much crappy stuff in English.
Portnoy Uncle did not sing. One of these days we will force him.
He'll be just like 'Dildo Bob'. But in Chinese.
Despite the Caucasians.
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