korean joint moron

I was just at my Ko­re­an joint and I watched four dif­fer­ent peo­ple talk to Hen­im (the own­er) like she was a mo­ron.

You fuck­ing ya­hoos,
she owns a suc­cess­ful busi­ness (her FOURTH suc­cess­ful busi­ness, btws) AND speaks a sec­ond lan­guage – flu­ent­ly.

Bunch of fuck­ing xeno­phobes.

Not only are you too busy be­ing Shit­ty En­ti­tled Amer­i­cans you sim­ply can’t jibe with some­one who makes the most de­li­cious food on the en­tire plan­et!

AND you’re miss­ing out on the homie hookup food: Five sides in­stead of two and spe­cial-made tofu pat­ties in my face be­cause I am not a dick.

Who’s re­al­ly the mo­ron here?

An­swer: You four. You four jerks are the mo­ron.

You should not be al­lowed ac­cess to such de­li­cious food. You should have to earn it.
 

—na­tal­ie michelle

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