tsap seui

Good to hear things are movin' on. Good luck

Alright boys, lock and load one loose round.

Now, if Stephen could only find jobs for all of the graduates ahead of those aspiring new fearless students.

I say sell the Vietnamese every weapon they will buy. Good Lord knows, we need the money to pay on our debt to China.

Interesting post Larry. I never knew this.

Have a happy un, Mick I'll try and call ya later, wanna ketchup a bit

When Wenyan fianlly was found fit to come to America she once asked me why I went to the VA for "this PTSD" stuff. She said, "China have many soldier, I always never hear about Chinese soldier have head trouble or PTSD." I laughed and asked her, "When is the last time China invaded another country?" She had no answer. Good luck to those 4 Vietnam veterans...and the rest of China's veterans. I reckon most of their Korea veterans are dead, their lil' Vietnam incursion was a total embarrassment to them, and they don't have 5 or 10 other wars (yes, I am being VERY sarcastic) that help highlight the veterans plight like America's veterans have had. Wenyan's parents told me that being a soldier is very honorable, then again, they don't make Chinese policy to help veterans. Isn't it funny...when money gets tight, even China looks to cut funding to it's veterans. They should stop reading our newspapers.

Them sumbitch FBI clowns..wanting to listen in as us civilians talk about what is needed from the grocery store, or what time the soccer game ends and the kids need to be picked up, etc etc. Well, as much as some of us don't like terrorists, even to the horrid point of thinking it is okay for the "good guys" to listen in on their conversations (strike me down for saying that terrible statement), at least those nice bad guys of all colors creed and so called "religions" can continue to plot and plan and carry out their execution plots with their human bombs and AK-47s with the full knowledge that good ol' Apple has their backs covered...NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO Apple will stand firmly behind them. In this day and politically correct times, it is not often that you get someone who will stand behind you. As the suicide bombers and cowardly murderers spiritual and higher power blesses them in their war on us no good infidels (out of fear I am not using their spiritual leader's name), one can only hope that he also blesses good ol' righteous Apple with his goodness.

Well 8 months later I got a letter saying they need more info for the green card. I hired a lawyer and I have been getting more paper work. They said I sent in tax returns but did not include w-2 forms. I sent in a ton of stuff and five affidavit letters, pictures and everything I could think of. They also said they want copies of loans and cars. I have one car in my name and no loans. She was in China while I was getting the visa for her before she came here. So I did not put her on any of the bills. Now she is on all of them. The lawyer told me to tell her not to go to China for the visit which she did. Will find out if the one year extension letter gets her back home at the end of the week. This time she did not flip out when I told her I was hiring a lawyer. He is charging me $700 now. A real ass who kept telling me I needed him and that is why she did not get the green card. One of her friends told me to buy her a car to show them. Don't have the money for that. I went down the list on the instructions and sent them everything. But they want a copy of my ID and I don't think that was on the instructions. Don't know what else they want. Going back to the lawyer next week. I paid him to put the house in her name. Maybe I need to invite them over so they can see her tell me what to do from the time she wakes up until she goes to sleep, that ought to prove we are married! I can't answer your question but wanted to say, your last sentence was one of the funniest things I've read in a damn long time. Never has so much been conveyed, with so few words. Simply priceless, man!!!

Alright big daddy....who won the game? No woman to chase around the kitchen table, I was watching freeporn.com and missed the dang game. I jes ain't as quick as I used to be...nyuk nyuk nyuk...call me slow hand

Lord Gawd, Mick. Man, you have such a way with the wording of a love story. As I read yore words I swear I got a tear or two in my eyes. Garsh, reading the part where that undulating quivering clam landed on yore knock off sports shoe...why, it made me think, in a fit of jealousy I might add....WHY, WHY couldn't that have been how I met Wenyan????? Such a beautiful love story, I could just hear the clamor of a beautiful woman snortin' and suckin' on mucus to build up a fine wad of thick green oyster like material, and then to loudly hock that smoking wad through the air with the greatest of ease, and have the feeling of it landing, oh so sensually, on one of my "Punta" (Puma) knock off, casual dress rock climbing shoes. Dadgummit, I would love to have a love story like that. I can jes imagine a beautiful girl's loogie splashing on my shoe, me trying to find a shovel to coax it to release its grip on the faux leather of my knock off shoe, and then askin' the delicate lady, "Well HELLO ma suggah, what's yore sign purdy lady?" Ahh, the humanity of it all. What choo think Wawster, that Mick has a real talent with romantic words, eh? He paints such a beautiful pitcher. I felt pert near flush jes reading that story....almost passed out.

Well heck damn...I for one am going to be real damn sad if John Q Law in Chinartucky makes Chinese men and wimmin stop spitting in public. That is just downright MEAN, Man !!!!!! I have gotten a lot of laughter from the throat clams, hockers, bits of broken lung, oysters, copious amounts of snot, road buggers, and who knows what else, that I have seen ejected on trips over yonder. I loved it all.....bud bud buddy....Chinar is my kinda place. My wife and I used to stay in a hotel in Fushun before they finished our house. It was a real nice hotel and had a great restaurant, but often it was just me n' dat lil' rabbit in there eatin'. One night we go in and sit down, a few tables away a guy who I guess was some sort of hotel security with his green police looking uniform that you see so many guys wearin' in China. Anyhow, this officer of something or other sits down and proceeds to clean out all of the snot and mucus from his nose, throat, and lungs. He snorts, hacks, sucks, and reaches real deeply into his lungs...and baby, that guy blew out, probably the BEST (I kid you not) big green quivering hocker, and spat that award winning clam on the polished marble floor, maybe 12 inches from his own foot. I've rarely seen such a talented spitter. That horrible oyster laid there on the floor and gurgled to itself as it quivered like jello on steroids. It looked like a smokey mist was waftin' up from this gruesome, yet oh so hilarious glob of flesh like material that had until a few seconds ago once been part of this man's lung.....Oppps Just as I was admiring the Hock King's handiwork lying there on the floor, up came the waitress. I told her, "sweetheart, after what I just saw, I must have the clams, please." Wenyan found the whole situation just as funny as I did and throughout the meal, we couldn't hardly look at each other as just looking at each other sent us both into hysterical laughter....yes, we tried to give Barney Fife-san "face". Garsh, Mickey, I hope the Chinese never stop spittin' and blowin' huge chunks of broken lung on sidewalks and fine marble restaurant floors...what an absolutely droll place it would be. spittin' seui Dennis, that well worded English sing may have been for me....when I'm over yonder, if I see guys pissin' on walls downtown, or spittin' long gobs of mucus, then I have this overwhelming desire to add my own creations in either name writin' with urine or the side of a building, or hocking up some large green shoe eating clams of the throat for some hapless soul to get their shoe taken from them by.

I'm sure female employees get a male blow up doll. Right??

Yes fellers, as you two enlightened gentlemen of the back hills and woods, and who have enjoyed the bliss of the blow up latex love receptacle can well attest to, there is something magical about love making with a blow up critter. Be it a blow up gazelle, orangutan, bull moose, you name it, sometimes it is nice to make love...and not be presented with a honey do list... when you stop sweating and catch yore breathe afterwards. No sir, blow up critters don't come with lists of chores that you must do. How prefect of a partner could a humble redneck sumbitch ask fer? They don't even have any brains!!! Ya don't even have to talk to 'em afterwards. They never say no, and they can't hold a mop in their paws or claws to slap you around with if you aren't quick enough with doing your chore list. No siree...with a blow up critter, you jes GIT ER DONE (with no infernal beggin', pleadin', or bargaining what so ever on yore part) and you can right directly git back to pickin' yore nose, scratchin' yore butt, and contemplatin' about why, and how, the sun keeps on rising each morning. Doc Mick, I think the blow up critters as bonuses has nothing to do with how there aren't enough wimmin in Chinar. No sir, I think it is a brilliant way to save marriages of men, and women, who receive bonuses as they work their way up in their companies. Some of these rising stars are weak of the flesh, I sayeth unto thee, and they find "side show partners". With blow up critters, there is no need to buy expensive clothes and pay for apartments, etc, for girlfriends. The cheating man or woman doesn't have to worry about a blow up critter seeking them to divorce their husband or wife, there is no fear from blackmail from a blow up critter...what the heck do they care about money, and a blow up critter ain't gonna come knocking on yore door at 2am in the morning, drunk and crying and making a scene about what they are giving up as you keep delaying the "divorce" you told them about. Yes Doc, who ever came up with a blow up critter as a bonus, even something as unappealing as a dang blow up doll, that man is very forward thinking as a businessman. He well knows that whatever happens in a blow up critter, STAYS in Vegas....or some such high intellect words.

I kin tells ya from extensive personal usage, them blow up dolls are totally worthless. Plus their faces look STOOPID!!! They wear out and explode after about 10,000 strokes (one good sessions worth). When they explode they sail around the room with a tremendous farting sound and it is jest downright embarrassing to a fellow's ego, not to mention his self esteem to see his date sailing around the room, sometimes out the dern window, all with a turbulent expulsion of flatulence which usually wakes up neighbors. A much better choice of a bonus, one that can actually take a pounding and keep on giving without having to put on patches every five minutes is a good blow up Tibetan Ibex. Something new on the blow up critter market is the Mekong River monitor lizard. Yes, ladies and gentle bosses and CEO's, now you can give yore valued employees the bonus which they deserve. As any chopper pilot who has ever skimmed the Mekong River with their skids 3 feet above the orange turbulence can testify to, these monitor lizards are very seductive. With their thicker skin you can get many more miles out of a good monitor lizard than some dumb lookin' blond blow up doll. An added benefit is, with monitor lizards, no blow up stump is needed.

Really nice website, Ruby In The Kitchen. Tasty looking food, and great directions. A fine job.

Good to see the "visa in hand". Time, given from idiots in Bongzhou, jes makes the POE that much sweeter!!.

Oh Lord, who is gonna lend the Chinese money...so they can lend us money? I had hoped the Chinese would have been smart and studied us (as far as housing anyway...I know nothing about stock markets) and not have let their building those untold how many tall apartment buildings with escalated prices fool everyone into thinking they were going to become billionaires off of buying outrageously high priced homes and sit on them for a few years in the hopes of future riches. But alas, it is the same old same old as us. The circle is unbroken. In 2009, I counted 27 tower cranes sitting idle on various housing projects as we sped towards the Caca Hotel to get married in Shenyang.Oh my, thought I, someone needs to put a moratorium on this mess and slow things down, let it catch up to itself. I read about families going together to buy multi-million dollar homes, and renting them out for sums like, 1,200 per month, thinking the rent didn't matter, the home is going to escalate straight up anyhow. Oh boy, now Wenyan is telling me about all of the job losses, familiar malls and food marts that are shut down, because they built newer more expensive ones. And how food prices have all but doubled once again (for the third or forth time since I first went over in 2006. Sad to see and hear of.

Here is the legend (even called the the father) of Chinese rock n' roll, Cui Jian, performing with his band....nice sax player. Here he sings with Mick....

Thanks Tsapper! BTW, how are you surviving without your Lil' Rabbit?! Hope you're hanging in there! Well Dan, with no lil' rabbit to chase around the kitchen counter top or tabletop, lets just say, I have the situation in "hand". Worn out hand. Mick has turned me on to some new, fancy blow up critters, but I blew out my latex blow up stump and am limited to servicing the blow up critters with short legs until my new blow up stump arrives. Sigh....life ain't easy when yore partner in carnal knowledge is on the other side of the world. Nothing like thousands of miles of coitus interrupt-us. Thanks fer askin', buddy.

Well shucks damn. Ya made it Jesse...er ah man with many names. Like I always say, Everybody gets the visa....some jes take longer than others. I am very happy to see another person who got to see and experience the underbelly of the thugs with no oversight in the US State Department, finally get their visas. Good luck with the future.

Good luck, Dan.

I'm hoistin' an OJ and cranapple mixture in a toast to a great 2016 fer everbody.

Sad!!

Oh geez, 7th carrot nose up, from the right side, 2 1/2 characters in on the left.