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There are times, such as this evening, when my father bestows upon me precious pearls of wisdom...
Like when making curry:
"Use tumeric, it gives it a nicer color. Not like this. This is an ugly kind of white. Like a white woman."
Or when immigrating to a new country:
"I wasn't a citizen. I wasn't a resident. I was nobody. I was just a stupid foreigner."
Or (my personal favorite) when laying down a mad beat:
"There once was a guy named Pancho
Who worked on a ranch-o
For only five dollars a day.
He met a girl named Lucy,
And he liked to play with her pussy.
Then she took his five dollars away."
Oh Dad....
Like when making curry:
"Use tumeric, it gives it a nicer color. Not like this. This is an ugly kind of white. Like a white woman."
Or when immigrating to a new country:
"I wasn't a citizen. I wasn't a resident. I was nobody. I was just a stupid foreigner."
Or (my personal favorite) when laying down a mad beat:
"There once was a guy named Pancho
Who worked on a ranch-o
For only five dollars a day.
He met a girl named Lucy,
And he liked to play with her pussy.
Then she took his five dollars away."
Oh Dad....