I asked permission from HT's own Paul Ogata to post what he had written up on his myspace blog... since he's in California now and not actively participating in HT...
This is harsh...and kinda funny.
(TMHG= Tweaker Meth Head Girl)
Paul Ogata:
For the Un-edited version: http://www.myspace.com/paulogata
"Cross posted w/ permission from Paul."
Manoa again:
I think that sucks that this happened to him on the mainland... I don't think an event like this would have ever happened here in Hawaii!
This is harsh...and kinda funny.
(TMHG= Tweaker Meth Head Girl)
Paul Ogata:
I was on the receiving end of some of the strangest racism ever.
The other day I walked into an ice cream shop. (Because I love ice cream, and because they hate it when you tunnel up into their shop.) For the sake of protecting the identity of the store, let's just call it "Cold's Tonec Reamery". After all, it wasn't the company I had a run-in with, but the girl behind the counter.
Ice cream is my weakness. I'll give you an example: let's say for some reason I ate an entire horse, and was full to the point where my burps smelled like saddle. I'd be like, "uuuuuuuuurp!" And you would say, "Ew what the crap is that rancid smell?" And I'd be all, "My friend Flicka." Then a hoof would fall out of my mouth. And my stomach was so stretched out that you could hear the skin going, "kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." I would still eat a bowl of ice cream if it was near. Then I'd explode. That's how much I love ice cream.
So I get to the "Reamery" and attempted to order some vanilla ice cream. Here's my exchange with the tweaker meth-head girl behind the counter.
TMHG: Yes?
Me: Yeah, I need a small vanilla ice cream please.
TMHG: No.
Me: What?
TMHG: No.
Me: Yes.
TMHG: No. I'm not serving you ice cream.
Me: Okay...? What, are you out of vanilla?
TMHG: Asians are lactose intolerant.
Me: Not me.*
TMHG: No, all Asians are.
Me: WTF? I'm not lactose intolerant. *but*, you're making me crack ho intolerant. Just give me a small cup of vanilla ice cream.
TMHG: I'm not going to be responsible for that.
What I said next should not be repeated in a public forum such as MySpace, because kids read this **** you know?
Anyway, to make a long story longer, I told her I hoped her pierced eyelid, which was infected, got worse and it made her *Privates* fall off. Then I vowed to turn her in to the Cold's Tonec Reamery management. So if the President of the Reamery is reading, she's the tweaker meth-head girl with the infected pierced eyelid. And I should have taken her picture to send to management because, as you know, all Asians have camera equipment on them.
The other day I walked into an ice cream shop. (Because I love ice cream, and because they hate it when you tunnel up into their shop.) For the sake of protecting the identity of the store, let's just call it "Cold's Tonec Reamery". After all, it wasn't the company I had a run-in with, but the girl behind the counter.
Ice cream is my weakness. I'll give you an example: let's say for some reason I ate an entire horse, and was full to the point where my burps smelled like saddle. I'd be like, "uuuuuuuuurp!" And you would say, "Ew what the crap is that rancid smell?" And I'd be all, "My friend Flicka." Then a hoof would fall out of my mouth. And my stomach was so stretched out that you could hear the skin going, "kkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." I would still eat a bowl of ice cream if it was near. Then I'd explode. That's how much I love ice cream.
So I get to the "Reamery" and attempted to order some vanilla ice cream. Here's my exchange with the tweaker meth-head girl behind the counter.
TMHG: Yes?
Me: Yeah, I need a small vanilla ice cream please.
TMHG: No.
Me: What?
TMHG: No.
Me: Yes.
TMHG: No. I'm not serving you ice cream.
Me: Okay...? What, are you out of vanilla?
TMHG: Asians are lactose intolerant.
Me: Not me.*
TMHG: No, all Asians are.
Me: WTF? I'm not lactose intolerant. *but*, you're making me crack ho intolerant. Just give me a small cup of vanilla ice cream.
TMHG: I'm not going to be responsible for that.
What I said next should not be repeated in a public forum such as MySpace, because kids read this **** you know?
Anyway, to make a long story longer, I told her I hoped her pierced eyelid, which was infected, got worse and it made her *Privates* fall off. Then I vowed to turn her in to the Cold's Tonec Reamery management. So if the President of the Reamery is reading, she's the tweaker meth-head girl with the infected pierced eyelid. And I should have taken her picture to send to management because, as you know, all Asians have camera equipment on them.
"Cross posted w/ permission from Paul."
Manoa again:
I think that sucks that this happened to him on the mainland... I don't think an event like this would have ever happened here in Hawaii!
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