Here I sit, in Delicious contemplating the publishing of my diary entitled Diary of a Creepy Expat Child Trying to Find her Way around This Aesthetic Hell of a World. Perhaps, a tidbit wordy? And still, I sit here in my cosy, rich malaysian environment wondering where the hell I'm going with my work. Psychology, Anthropology, Latin and Greek... damn. I will though, spend this time in Delicious answering some questions.
Why are the little styrofoam pieces called peanuts? - Their shape dumb one.
Can a short person "talk down" to a taller person? - Yes, depending on situation and tone as well as intended message.
If a bald person works as a chef at a restaurant, do they have to wear a hairnet?- Yes, if the regulations insist that everyone wear a hairnet, then a bald worker is indeed obliged to adhere to these regulations. Also, you do not want bald man-head sweat in your food.
Can a black person join the kkk?- Yes. If he is suicidal. And yes. I mean he.
If a stripper gets breast implants can she write it off on her taxes as a business expense?... AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA.
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