Monday, March 2, 2009

SASHIMI KNIVES FROM INCHEON

Annyeongaseo! Herro, radies and gentremen, my name is Chew-me. Moshe-moshe, my aporogies. I donut speak much da engrish...hihihi...I grew up at da greatest peninsura in da worrd cored Korea. I was raised at Oknyudong Varrey near the shitty range cored Taebaek Mountains. From here I crude see our highest peak, Mt. Kumgag to the west and the sea-port of Kosong to the north, where the most merodious music in the worrd is ever prayed. I em now eeseep sam, twenty-three years ord. Here beside me is my dearest oppa (boy-freng). Forgive him orso because he is beri-beri shy. He is now eeseep oh, 25 years ord. And freeze donut rough; his name is Suckyu-dry. But his christian name is James Jou. We're pranning to erope to Europe. We'd wed soon and raised a famiry; and hopefurry have chill children, seven to be exact. Because like Angerina Jorie, Suckyu-dry robs and rikes kids.

For the future, we're not worried because here in our peninsura, there's prenty of sweet rice to be served. Prus choco-pies, seaweeds, guraman, and derighfurr tofu-cakes. Divine. I em nut kidding. It's rike paradice.

It's orso my dream that one day, we'd ribbed peacefurry on both sides of the 38th pararrer, samseep parl, as our ancestors used to be. We'd rike to see a unified Korea where Byongyang and Seour thrives as true twin cities of our rand. Omabsamida, thank you!

Suckyu-dry, wont you say something?

___Annyeongsinika! Hinihika ka? Kore-kore? Puta, hinada! Kimchijuseyo? I em serring brades, beri-beri sharp...and cheavaroo! Wanna try? Freeze buy?

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