On Jun 28, 10:45 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
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On Jun 28, 10:20 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
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On Jun 28, 9:54 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
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Sounds like someone needs a time out. You have now covered the
gambit
of internet troll behavior. Starting with not reading my posts,
through insults, off topic tangents, threats, and now foul
language,
sorry kid, I don't argue with spoiled little brats.

I read every word of your posts, sometimes twice.

Yes, but did you read it backwards too ? I am I Don Quixote, man
of
LaMancha. Hey, I just flew in from Holland and boy are my airfoils
tired! Yuk, yuk. You are a load of laughs, but I am certain folks
are
getting tired of this so maybe I will tell a joke. Hummmmm,
thinking.
Ahhhhh, OK, here it is: Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, Big Foot,
and
Global Warming walk into a bar.......

From Dat Phan, very funny young Vietnamese-American comedian:

Two Asians walk into a bar.

Next day, they own it.

Wooooooooosh............. I don't get it but then again, I try not to
subscribe to racial stereotypes.

I think when you're Asian, you're allowed to tell Asian jokes.

Another area where we would disagree. But whatever!

Last year, I was in Long Island for a business thing, and decided to stop at
what had been my favorite bagel place when I lived in the area 20 years ago.
No more old Jewish couple running it. Now, it's owned by a young Asian
couple. I think the comedian's observations were somewhat accurate.

His jokes about his mother's cooking exactly match what I've heard from a
Vietnamese friend of my son's. You know those really dark hot peppers you
find in Chinese food? The ones that are there for flavor, but you're not
supposed to eat them? This kid's mother eats them. Nobody else in the family
can get near them. The comedian says he asks his mother what's for dinner:
"Fire!" OK, ma. How about dessert? "Lava!"- Hide quoted text -

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I eat them. The first time was with my Lao friends many years ago
working in the furniture shop, they used to flip out. I would eat them
late in the afternoon, better than caffine. Add a little sticky rice
and burnt meat juice (wrapped in foil of course) and you are good to
go. I have great memories of those days. Sitting in their circle, we
all put our baskets in the middle and ate what we wanted. I was single
back then and mimicked their eating and cooking habits, they welcomed
me into their circle. I ate no more than a half pound of meat a week,
all steamed vegies and sticky for lunch and rice, vegies and a couple
of pieces of jerky with dinner, and went through about a gallon of
dairy per week. It was the early 80's and it cost me about 25 dollars
a week to eat, and I was in better shape than any of my friends,

My friends got busted shooting pidgeons once so I knew what I was in
for when I shared, so I just didn't ask. Daphet used to always say to
me "you can not die till you eat dog", I used to laugh. One day as
luck would have it I asked what the meat was in the stew. He would not
tell me just joked that it was "people meat". Well anyway, at the end
of the day at the clock he looked at me and said "hey whi guy", I
turned and asked him what he wanted. He replied simply as he walked
away, "whi guy can die now, have a ****ty day"

His mother was a trained cook but lost everything including grandpa
when they swam out of Laos. They used so much around them to cook, I
an amazing stew once with a stock base of fresh water algae (the long
green hair looking stuff that grows off rocks here in the NE), fresh
water snails, and cow bone marrow. I turned them on to several local
fruits like wild berries and sourgrass, they would come by in a van
full and take all the blueberries out of the fields behind the shop.
They really appreciated that stuff, once in a while my dad would come
by the shop and brng a bag of oranges and corn on the cob or other F
+V, (he worked in produce) you would have thought you gave them a
million dollars.

My kids still love sticky rice and fish sauce, shark brand only, and
they love the stories of me and the "little brown guys". But anyway,
this is much more fun than fighting, would you not agree? Got to go
work on the pool and water the garden (oh ****, did I mention I keep
gardens??) before it gets to hot.