spew
Because if I write any more about my family, I’ll have to change this to a LiveJournal and start posting Evanescence lyrics.
This Friday, I went to my friend Royce’s Christmas Party. Not a big deal - I took him to my Christmas Party and he repaid the favor, so I see it more as a student exchange program, except instead of visiting Holland, you’re politely eating Chicken in a suit with people you don’t know. A nice dinner for the price of $Free.99? The Asian in me loves that shit.
Royce also organized the Christmas Party. In a relatively conservative company that is 80% Asian. No good can come from this.
Royce: I’ll need three volunteers from the audience for a contest. The winner wins a digital camera.
(After much goading, three volunteers come onto the stage.)
Royce: Okay guys, we’re gonna play a game called “SPEW.”
There is absolutely, positively NO good that can come from a game called Spew.
Royce: The object of this game is to put in an Alka-Seltzer, then drink take a hard swig of this bottle of Diet Coke. The last person to spew out all the foam on the dance floor wins.
Everyone on stage: …
Ernie: (thinking to himself) You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
One thing though - when it comes to something like a digital camera, Asians will do anything - anything - to win. If it involved downing the whole package of Alka-Seltzer and doing a kegstand of club soda, they’d do it just for the chance to buy one less gift for their kids.
I love my people.

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