So… he must be half Asian, half Black, big chinned Genius… i.e. Vietnamese Orphan (after the war era). Wait… throw in a sex change… emigrated to Thailand?
I feel I should come back and mention that I cooked the chicken breasts with a light coaking of panko crumbs and cayenne pepper, and had the result with some butter rice and cooked mushrooms. Possibly racist, but very delicious.
(Skald’s minions were also very tasty, but not in that way.)
Anyways, what was this thread about? Oh, yeah, parallel parking. Does anybody else have any luck-based tradition thing they do while trying to find a good parking spot?
I try to splash a racist on the way there. It must work because I always end up finding a parking spot somewhere. If I can’t find a racist, I go to the store and buy some chicken, sausage, and shrimp, to make jambalaya. It doesn’t help find a spot, but I’ve forgotten where I was going while thinking about eating the Jambalaya later.
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Perhaps someone stole his goose?
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Probably an Australian. Not one goose in nine goes missing without it ultimately being tracked to an Australian. Wouldn’t be so bad if they were doing it to eat them. On the upside of their stereotype they have really hot guys and produce more Olivia Newton John recordings than any other culture.