Trading Orientally

So, when the grocery store checker at the Safeway store where I've shopped for the past NINE YEARS asked me what my "language" was (English), no, my "native language," (English, you ignorant hosebag), I had to laugh. And I began to think about stereotypes. Since there aren't a whole lot of Asians in these parts, and of course there's that dead horse thing again, my friends and I have obviously taken this joke to the extreme. I have no real explanation that would make sense, it just makes sense to us. It's always amusing to see the reaction of strangers (or parents at the Skate Party), when Charline or Jenn pipes up, "Would you speak English, you know I don't understand your NATIVE LANGUAGE!" To which I inevitably respond, "I'm Filipino, man!" I know, you really have to be there...

At my school, there are always catalogs in the lounge with teachery-type things, knick knacks, etc. So, when I'm not doing kung-fu, eating rice, or driving poorly to do someone's nails, I like to look at the Oriental Trading catalog because they have a lot of really high-quality bric-a-brac that probably don't have lead in them, right?:

But wait, shouldn't it really be this?:
Now that's offensive.

Kinda like that Asian-themed birthday party some of my cousins might remember the night after Keith and Holli's wedding! The girl in the hat is someone we don't know, but the other Asian folk are Peachie and Brian, my cuz'z! HA! Some guy decided he wanted an "Asian" birthday party, so they all dressed up. Felicia was beside herself!

Hee hee! By the way, that would be DRUNK Brian. ;)