Can this prisoners get amnesty?

A few years ago, this prisoners did a Michael Jackson rendition of “Thriller” now they’ve done it again with “Dangerous”.  Should American justice system  add it on our agenda ‘Dance Rehabilitation’?  Shouldn’t these guys make shanks out of toothbrushes? ( Shawshank Redemption, remember?) Couldn’t some of them fly here in U.S (just like the 15-year old pirate from Somalia) and have the best day ever?  Someone behind the bars is somebody’s Tito Boy and he’s missing his Ate Baby.  Enjoy this video.  Hope your week is off to a good start.

Skittle commercial

The man in the mirror is actually speaking “Tagalog” however, the tailor,  I couldn’t make what language he’s speaking. 

Get Out And Vote!!!

I’m really looking forward to tomorrow because I swear if hear the word “maverick” again, it will drive me to drink.  I don’t mean like drink with umbrellas but a drink that can make your nose hair curl.  Even 7-11 is tallying in on the election.  I swear I thought my free-range eggs have been endorsed as well.  I really did try to keep my political view to myself until the jackasses challenged me.  I was recently called by a Pinky and The Brain supporter an O.L.B (Obama Loving Beeyootch) and my e-mail has been on the ‘hot seat’.  I’ve had a busy weekend answering political accusations such as “soon I will be wearing a black veil”…hmmmm come to think of it a long black drape might be a good fashion alternative to our perpetually young hip fashion that resembles a string and a band-aid as a garment.  Yup Obama definitely!  That’s a trip I’m willing to risk to get to the Candy Mountain.  If McCain wins, it’s Sarah P.  that would move into the White House and the White House will need a bigger closet to accommodate her $150,000+ wardrobe (cause she’ll be a VP) and her gun collection.  She’ll replace the décor with Caribou head mounted on the wall and a tacky battery powered singing salmon.  McCain might have to conduct conferences in the comfort of the best senior home his money can buy.  As for Obama having terrorist affiliations and a socialist well Mr. Barrack Obama just happen to be black.  Don’t be in the racist closet that your in Narnia.  When 911 hit, I stood in line for a day trying to donate blood for the Red Cross.  Tomorrow, I’m willing to stand in line again for a day, if I have to, for a lifetime of change and hope. 

 

Thriller!

 

One last Halloween post.

Hope you think it’s funny as much as I do.

Growing Up F.O.B (Fresh Off the Boat)

     This morning I had a feeling of nostalgia perhaps it’s the cool crisp fall air that takes me back to the very first day I set foot on American soil twenty-four years ago.  I remember my first glimpse of the White House from the plane as we descend to Washington Dulles’ airport and it was cold.   It was the first time I caught sight of my breath in smoke and it was also a defining moment that I would grow up F.O.B.

Here are some of my recollections in no particular order:

    - There were no designated spaces for cleaning products and hair products so one day, I accidentally sprayed myself Lysol thinking it was hairspray.  I told my mother what had happen and she said I would be O.K. It will prevent me from getting lice at school.

-         The very first time I heard the phrase “Shot gun!” I actually ducked.

-         I wore Gitanoe corduroy to school purchased from Bradlees.

-         My friends labeled my house “The Embassy”.

-         There was endless supply of Tang and Spam in my house.

-         My mom constantly rubbed baby oil on my hair giving me the perpetual greasy look and kids at school constantly asked me “Why is your hair wet all the time?”

-         In High School, my dad once rigged my Corolla’s tail pipe with aluminum soda cans.

-         We had bathroom rugs as “area rugs”.  Our décor resembled the pre-American crack house motif, which now everyone is copying.

-         We had Christmas decoration on our lawn ALL YEAR LONG.

-         When I spoke English it was all in plural form.

-         The only music genre I know of was Tango.

-         We had condiments from McDonald’s and our napkins were from McDonald’s oh yeah straws too.

-         We had catalogs from Fingerhut.

-         I was constantly accused by my parents of ‘Gallivanting!’  I remember coming home and they said, “ Why you home 12:30 midnight!  Are you gala-ban-ting?!”  then I looked at the faux grandfather clock it was only 7:30pm.

-         I was reprimanded by taking a pen to school because apparently when it turns upside down the innocent nurse turns into a naked nurse.  I used my “No English” to my advantage and got off free.

     In retrospect, these are hilarious moments.  I tell my kids my FOBulous moments and they laugh.  They want to hear more.   I wholeheartedly admit how uncool I was and they love me for that.