But I did forget to say something to you. Ya "You" dork face, person reading this right now. I just wanna say I love you. If I was there right now, I probably eat a giant scoop of peanut butter off a big eatin' spoon and give you a hug. And then you'd say, "Ew man. You smell like peanut butter." and then I'd say "Dude..." that's it just I just say that.
Anyways, MaMa Wu asked me to go to the store late last night about 10:30 p.m. and told me to buy some lemons and some baby back ribs... and I was like , MaMa, it's 10:30 p.m., and my mom isn't like one of those sweet moms who shakes you lightly and whispers to you to wake up after you've been napping for a little while.
She's one of those mom's who swings open the door, and then the door hits the back of the wall causing something to fall off, and she flings open the lights and screams in another freagin' language (that I sometimes can barely comprehend when I've been so tired), to get my tard tushy butt to get her some lemons.
So next thing you know I was at the neighborhood Thomas Thumb buying my MaMa Wu some lemons, peanut butter, and baby back ribs. Wait , nvm , the peanut butter was from a few paragraphs ago. It was just Lemons and Baby Back Ribs. (side note: I'm watching NASCAR right now and a commercial just came on for the hit Fox Show "24" and I just wanna say, Jack Bauer is a ninja mamn). But anyways, I was all freezing cold at the grocery store at like 11:00 p.m. at night with one very questionable Thomas Thumb employee who looked like he might've put his age as 15 years old on his job application , but was really just this hairy bum who was 34. Anyways, he straight up kept lookin' at me when I walked in and man it scared the heck out of me! His left eye had this little twiching motion going on! He looked at me as if he had what my real smart doctor friend, Dr. Benny, would call an Aneu-rysm.
Anyways, I made my way back to the frozen meats section of the store after passing by a wonderful assort-ment of fruity pebbles and always delicious cocoa puffs. And I got excited because I saw another person shoppin' in the store other than myself-- and He was a fellow NASCAR fan ! And so I proceeded to be a good citizen, and comment on his wonderfully leather Dale Earnhardt Jr. jacket. And I said,
"Hey So you like Earnhardt?...I'm a Waltrip fan." And this guy lifted up his eyebrows and just gave me this smile, like one of those faces where the person goes , "Riiiiight...." and of course being a person of a "foreign nature", I automatically gave him this look back that said,
"What...just cause I'm yellow I can't like NASCAR or somethin' Joe? I assume that's what your name is, cause that's what it says on your stupid leather jacket" and
He gave me this look back like, "yeah man...or should I say Toyota because you probably look like a supporter of Toyota being in NASCAR for the first time this year." and then I gave him this look back that was like,
"No man. I'm actually a Nissan guy, which is not in NAS-CAR any-a-way, and even then that's Japanese, and I'm 100% Made In Taiwan, you stupid fat bobblehead."
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