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Popo's mahjong buddies are the worst. I had my big plans today to cook some of the insane Calgarian lamb I discovered in the freezer. I was reluctant to even stay at home, knowing there was mahjong ot be had, but it's too damn cold to go out...
Anyway, upon walking into the kitchen, where they were playing, immediately fucking someone has to mention my giant gargantuan height. And fucking ooh and ahh over it. FUCK. Then I pull out my nicely defrosted lamb from the fridge and they continue to talk about me in third person, which is the rudest thing in the world to do to a person. And eventually one of them comes over and pokes my lamb in the bag. Then they comment to my mother how i don't eat Chinese food and my mother demeans me by telling them "I'm just playing." Hahahahhaha! Let's play with food...by COOKING IT! A ha ha ha ha ha!
Then I come back with my sweater on cause it's cold and yes, it was knit by my grandmother, let's analyze her style of knitting and poke me in the back and draw where the sleeves attach, while I'm washing veggies and shit in the sink. Yes, that sounds like fun! yes, let's all gather around and poke me in the back! HUZZAH, so I basically ignored them...swore under my breath and left.
And when everything's cooked, we have to ooh adn ahh again, ooh I cook! ooh ahh, fuck. Oh and what? HOW TALL AM I?! Yes, I am a freak! I'm so tall! Let's talk about it again! Whoo! To my mother of course! AHAHAHAHA
Anyway, upon walking into the kitchen, where they were playing, immediately fucking someone has to mention my giant gargantuan height. And fucking ooh and ahh over it. FUCK. Then I pull out my nicely defrosted lamb from the fridge and they continue to talk about me in third person, which is the rudest thing in the world to do to a person. And eventually one of them comes over and pokes my lamb in the bag. Then they comment to my mother how i don't eat Chinese food and my mother demeans me by telling them "I'm just playing." Hahahahhaha! Let's play with food...by COOKING IT! A ha ha ha ha ha!
Then I come back with my sweater on cause it's cold and yes, it was knit by my grandmother, let's analyze her style of knitting and poke me in the back and draw where the sleeves attach, while I'm washing veggies and shit in the sink. Yes, that sounds like fun! yes, let's all gather around and poke me in the back! HUZZAH, so I basically ignored them...swore under my breath and left.
And when everything's cooked, we have to ooh adn ahh again, ooh I cook! ooh ahh, fuck. Oh and what? HOW TALL AM I?! Yes, I am a freak! I'm so tall! Let's talk about it again! Whoo! To my mother of course! AHAHAHAHA