Monday, November 21, 2005

Him Not Fungi

My rich, white, republican brother-in-law who loves to forward every email he gets to everyone on the planet - especially those pompous, borderline racist, republican propaganda ones - has been quiet as of late.

I wonder why.

His last email was the following:

> >> A Chinese couple gets married - and she's a
> virgin. Truth be told, he
> >> is not too experienced either. On the
> >> wedding night,she cowers naked under the
> sheets as her husband
> >> undresses. He climbs in next to her and tries to
> be reassuring "My
> >> darring" he says, "I know dis yo firss time and
> you berry frighten. I
> >> pomise you, I give you anyting you want, I do
> anyting - juss anyting you
> >> want.. Whatchou want?" he says, trying to sound
> experienced, which he
> >> hopes will impress his virgin bride. A thoughtful
> silence follows and he
> >> waits patiently (and eagerly) for her request.
> She eventually replies
> >> shyly and unsure, "I want to try somethin I have
> heard about . numbaa
> >> 69". More thoughtful silence, this time from him.
> Eventually, in a
> >> puzzled tone he queries...
> >>
> >>
> >> "You want... Chicken wiff broccori?"

Weren't these kinds of jokes funny in the 6th grade? Is this his attempt at drawing attention away from the obvious burning fact that his beloved president is ranking up there with Nixon?

I can pick my ass, but I can't pick my relatives. Seems unfair.

1 comment:

Blog ho said...

Chicken wiff broccori!!!

omfg. that's so funny.

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