Hip-hop beats….black youth rapping about some cellphone romance…egg foo young with a sauce; where’s the gravy? it’s egg foo fucking young ;don’t make it something it’s not….

All this Chinese yelling over god knows, god doesn’t care; a tribesman can’t decide between lo chow mein, or Singapore Sling……more yelling from the kitchen….

You get no pot o tea….you get cup, number one son says, you want or no….

Just the check……. the fortune cookie read, “some pursue happiness; you create it.”

Oh fuck me….

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