STUPID WHITE BITCH

The singing at the karaoke joint last night was horrible! A blonde brit party slag with an attitude (a whole new world, teach the children, and similar treif) who wouldn't pay for her drinks because the 五加皮 didn't taste like she remembered it, and Mama Candy gave her a better time. Bitch, there is no call to insult Jenny 姑媽 or show your ass.

Firstly, you sing like an egomaniac. You are not an artiste, and talking shit about either Lau Tak Wah OR Theresa Teng is uncalled for. Your voice is lousy, and your performance persona is repulsive.

Secondly, you and your tall opportunistic drinking buddies ordered the damned drinks. Slam them, and pay.

Thirdly, you can take that attitude right back to Birmingham.



I come to this place for only TWO reasons. Number one is that the book seller and myself have been doing this once a week for very many years. Number two  is that I like Jenny 姑媽. She's been a good friend for a long time, she pours generously, and she keeps the insanity down when she is behind the bar. The number of white folks misbehaving is far less.


Sometimes I fervently wish that Michael, and the most dangerous man in Chinatown, or the gangster whose hierarchical position I do not know yet, would pound people like you. You ruin it for the rest of us.


The titty groper singing various nightclub tunes (appropriately with video filled with women dressed like drag queens, thus perfect for his voice) was the bright spot. I do indeed enjoy Therese Teng's deep basso profundo.
And maybe the moon does like a lemon.
In a seventies era Taiwan.
In a nightclub


月兒像檸檬

[Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_Tf09X-Rv8.]


By the way, here's a version of that same song that the bookseller might enjoy. It's zesty, and filled with spirit.

ANGIE NG

[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvYGuSgh6F0.]

All I know about miss Angie Ng is that she likes to dance, is probably Cantonese (that phoneticisation of the surname), and seems like a nice person. Possibly a resident of Singapore.


Miss Angie, if you're reading this, I can tell you that the bookseller is a decent man, a good cook, gallant and well-read, and unmarried. He would probably make sure that you were happily filled with noodles at all times.
Italian American, of mature years and inclinations.
He appreciates chilipeppers and hot sauce.
Not seeing anyone presently

Let me know.


Ada sambal.



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