Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Hong Kong is a wicked place. I think Chinese people are the smartest people in the world. They are tricking us all. They pretend not to know English. I went to Hong Kong. They all speak English over there.
"Yo friend and I." If you and him want to come back too, that's fine. They are not dumb people. Don't be fooled.
They always have local comedians. I kept picturing a Chinese comedian. I get there. No Chinese comedian. I was upset. I was picturing a Chinese comedian opening the store.
"Hey, Hey. Excuse me. Your mother is so fat. When she jumps for joy, she got stuck. ok. okay. thank you."
But it never happened. Very upsetting.
Posted by Dance Studio at 10:04 AM
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I am Jewish, but my boyfriend is Catholic. It was cute how he gave it to me. He said, "If it doesn't burn through my skin, it will protect me."
Different religion. Who cares. If you're having a baby, you gotta figure out how to raise the baby. Still won't be an issue for us because we'll be honest.
And we'll just say, "Mommy is one of the chosen people, and daddy believes that Jesus is magic." That's not nice.
Jesus is magic cause he turned water into wine. I think he made the statue of liberty disappear in the 80s.
Posted by Dance Studio at 1:06 PM
|Nick Swardson - Hanging With Grandma|
That is the oldest thing I have ever heard.
"How old are you grandma?"
"You don't even look like you are 90. You look like you're 80. Easily 80 years old."
Physically, she is weak. And it is cool to hang out with her because so am I. When I hang out with her, I feel strong.
"Nick, can you help me with this gallon of milk?"
"You mean, this gallon of milk right here!"
"Nick, you are the strongest boy in the world! Oh my Lord! You should fight crime. What are you doing here?!"
Posted by Dance Studio at 9:48 AM
Monday, September 28, 2009
A young teenage girl is physically melting into the couch.
Another girl, next to her, says (in a monotone voice), "She smokes pot. This is how she is when she smokes pot." The girl, not smoking pot, is not the most sparkling personality in the world.
How much more of a loser do you have to be (to be more boring than the stoner), and have nothing better to do than watch the stoner melt into the coach? How about calling 911, or even 411?
"411? I have some interesting information."
Posted by Dance Studio at 10:31 PM