LESBIANS AND JIMMY O YANG

When I woke up I remembered a crowded party in someone's house, with a lot of lesbians in attendance, and major problems with the bathroom involving buckets of water. And a cat who stood above it all, precariously balanced on the waste basket. While frantically hunting for more buckets among the throng of happy wet-footed lesbians I ran into Jimmy O Yang who looked at me like he was severely disappointed, he had really expected better of me.
He pointed at all the buckets behind me which I had overlooked.
You stupid fool, he seemed to say.
The angry cat agreed.

Quasi-therapeutic neural activity is a terrible thing to waste.

In fact, I currently know very few lesbians, and Jimmy O Yang not at all. But somehow I feel that he would disapprove mightily of everything he might imagine me doing.

I am fairly certain that Jimmy O Yang knows lesbians.
Whether he knows that or not.

Some of his distant lesbians probably speak Shanghainese, as he does, so he has that in common with them. None of mine do. I do not know any Shanghainese lesbians.
This is very likely a grievous failing on my part.
No wonder Jimmy is disappointed.

TORNADO

It would probably be great fun to party with Shanghainese lesbians and Jimmy O Yang. The food would be fabulous. The fried eels (酥煎鱔魚). The red stew pork (紅燒肉). The squirrel fish with pine nuts (松鼠鱖魚). The fried thickish noodles (上海炒麵). The stirfried freshwater shrimp (清炒河蝦).

Fabulous food, great company, sparkling conversation.

This is on my bucket list, but the closest I'll probably come is visiting Shanghai someday.



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