So its a late Friday, just got back from a long movie night with some manribs (I have decided to lower case that word, as females are not equivalent to us Men), so I think to myself, wow I have not written in a long time, what should I post for my loyal fans. So I go ahead and check my email and it appears that someone has commented my trip to china town on my daily comedy blog http://dailycomedy.com/5A-nav/6088 , wow I'm excited what does someone have to say about my work, because I really care what other people think of it. Here is the comment to it.

Maria
"You should probably learn how to spell Korean if you're going to make fun of them for not being able to read."

Well as many of my loyal readers know I can give a shit about spelling, and in my opinion who gives a shit, as long as the readers understand what I am trying to say, thats all that matters, am I right? Who gets to invent the spelling for Korean anyway, why should it be spelled that way, as apposed to mine, should we all have to follow societies spelling rules, I think not. Although I did go back and correct my spelling error, could Maria just not have told me privately instead of trying to embarrass me in front of the comedic community, is she that cold hearted of a person? Well heres your answer, she herself id Korean, and she was offended by my incredible words of wisdom.
So here is my response, if you don't like my spelling go back to China Ping-Pong! This is America we spell how we want. I will spare putting Maria's email in this post, as I am a decent person and don't want her to get bombarded with my loyal fans sending her hate mail.

So I just got back from China Town, or Asia Town, not really sure, all I know is there were many pointy eyes, anyway I learned something there, and thought I would share it with you all, so I was on the train and a little Chinese girl started crying, it was so weird, Chinese babies cry just like our American babies, I don’t know I always thought, that we were the only ones who cried, it was just a weird thing to hear. So I didn’t know what to do, finally I just got up, and I said “Stop crying ching chong I’m trying to read", because here in America we know how to read. For some reason I got all these disturbing looks from all the pandas in the train, pshh like they could understand what I was saying, I was talking in English. Then some ching chong panda on the train, stands up and says "We're not Chinese were Korean." Um hello there ping-pong its the same thing.

Response should be at least one page double-spaced. Respond thoughtfully.

1. Recall a situation in which you felt controlled by fear. Explain.

From what I remember, I have never really been controlled by fear, I am fearless, real men are not controlled by anyone, or anything but I could have been afraid as a child I do not remember, and to be honest, if I was controlled by fear, I would not admit it to you, ManRib.

Actually here’s a fear, I fear you without clothes, I fear seeing your fat ass camel toe naked, I’m hiding under my pillow just thinking about it.

2. Why do/did you have this fear? What created it? (Speculate if you aren’t sure.)

Why do I have this fear, hmm well every time I see a fat chick where tight jeans, the way you do, I just get this fear, of what if I have to see them naked? Its quite disturbing in my mind, I guess you can blame yourself for this fear.

3. Is it a rational fear? Explain your reasoning.

Yes id have to say this fear is very rational, I’m quite sure just about every person in all of Torrey pines that has seen you walk throughout the campus has this fear.

4. How does/did your fear impact your behavior (both in the situation and in general)?

In a situation where I have to talk to you, it impacts my behavior, I’m afraid to look at you, and I’m afraid to talk to you, as you might get some sexual vibe and get naked, in general when you are not around it does not affect me