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Fuck that bitch
I'm so jealous of megumi's mom because she got the dick I crave and got pregnant too
So Glad that bitch died
Another dumb shitpost, except this one was given too much detail
Yoko and I meeting Henry Kissinger to talk about peace. We said to stop fighting and killing each other, he suggested that to achieve world peace we commit war crimes, bomb civilians, overthrow democratically elected leaders and kill everyone. That way we will achieve peace because when everyone’s dead they can’t fight each other. RIP.
When I was little, my dad hired a Cambodian refugee called Jack to help him drywall a dining room ceiling. Jack spoke very little English; he'd recently gotten a part time job in a little Asian deli not far from our home and needed to pick up some extra work. He was very kind to six year old me and my exhausted mom; he brought us day old leftovers from the deli counter often, and liked to tuck the knuckle of his index finger into the dimple in my cheek whenever I smiled at him.
He soaked up construction skills and other information like a sponge, and by the time he left my dad's tiny construction company he'd gotten his GED, learned to drive, reunited with his sister and her family, and had begun remodeling a vacant business on the rich side of town into a Cambodian restaurant. He invited us to their grand opening on lunar new year, and I'll never forget when he gave me a red envelope with five dollars in it and told me, "tonight I am the luckiest man in the world, so this will bring you luck, too."
Years later, my dad told me that Jack had witnessed his parents' murder during the khmer rouge, and was immediately separated from his sister. He had to cross the killing fields at Choeung Ek alone, on foot, eating grass and insects to survive. He somehow made it to Cam Ranh on the coast of Vietnam, where a distant friend of his father's put him on a boat to Seattle. Jack was nine years old.
I tell this story because, even though I haven't seen Jack or any of his relatives in thirty years, I pray he's well and happy and eating like a king tonight with everyone he loves, celebrating the long overdue demise of the pestilential sonofabitch who tried to wipe them out.
Fuck Henry Kissinger's pathetic ghost, and fuck all those who praise him. Fuck Imperialism. Fuck the genocidal war machine. Drink deep for the freedom of all souls tonight, my friends. And tomorrow, keep fighting.
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Christine updos seem to be a thing of the past for London, for both shows today Lily had her hair down all the way through, no more gathered/ponytail in masquerade and managers.
And since Eve’s wig seems to be down for masquerade as well, I think we can assume no one has an updo anymore.