You got some African shit right here. Some African shit right here.
Yeah From the Philippines.
So I said if you like mold and no heat, you fucking live there!
Shut the fuck up, Edgar
Could you hold off on rolling a joint for five minutes while we discuss this?
Okay, I’m clean now, Edgar, I can give you that hug!
Oh! I didn’t think you were unclean before.
I actually wrote a blog post about some things I’ve witnessed in your neck of the woods, Cambodia. Do you mind if I share it with you?
I’m from the Philippines.
Let me get it.
I think of it like a pop song, you know? In a pop song, it’s only the good stuff. In a long boring song, like Beethoven or something, there’s only a few good parts, and the songs are like ten minutes long. But in a pop song, it’s like they took out the best three minutes of the Beethoven and put it into one song. And that’s how I think of America, you know? It’s like they took the things from the rest of the world and made a pop song nation.
I want you to never stop doing that dance, ever.
Chopped liver on a chocolate chip bagel. So what?
Asuncion. that’s disgusting!
I haven’t asked her about any sexual experiences yet, it feels gauche at this point, but I’m working up to it, developing a trust.
Oh, sorry, Edgar - we’re going to be swallowing tabs of LSD acid. That is if Vinny agrees not to try on every one of my skirts again.
I agree, senorita.
I don’t have a fear of mice.
And you and my wife will go shopping at Macy’s and we’ll all eat dinner and shower together and it will be great and we’ll be best friends!
Why would you think she’s a hooker?
Or a mail-order bride or something. So what are you?
I’ve given up marijuana. It was a crutch. And it coats the lungs with cancer. Everything gives you cancer. What a fucking nightmare. I’m going to start taking better care of myself. Maybe buy us a new bike. Are you alright? Have I done something to upset you?