So today, Canto asked me to go with the logistics lady to the post office to send a package. I guess he wanted me to go cuz I won't drive off with the postage money. She's a lao muo...or as Henry refers to as "muh lao". She and I were talking in the car when we started talking about families and all that junk. She asked me if I had any children...and I was like...uhhh...hell no. I'm only 23. And she gives me a look like...so what? Then I realized...oh dur...their kind pops out babies at the age of 16. By the time they're 23...they've already had 7 children.
Which reminds me...I ditched half a day of work today to go to the DMV...and omg...lao muos and their lil muos EVERYWHERE. I saw some mom dragging along 4 kids. They looked like they were 4, 5, 6 and 7 years old. Oh man...kids...BLEH. Especially muo shi guh kids...with their snotty noses and sticky hands. @#$*&!
Okay...I'll stop being racist for now.
b*tched by Devilish Angel @ 4:12 PM
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