Look guys. I dont trust anything the chinese do or say. The slitty-eyyed little piece of chit eat cockroaches, boil cats and dogs alive before skinning them and spitting is considered divine in their culture.
And then there is their names. Did you know how they give thir kids names? they let a spoon drop on the floor and `ping' it goes. That kid is named Ping.
OK I made up that bit.
And what the fock is wrong with chinese d!icks? I mean the little buggers have finished tiger penises because apparently it makes their d1icks hard; they finished shark fins because it makes their d!cks hard and they finished half of africa's wildlife for you gueessed what. So what is the matter with little brothers?
So the tiddly winks can stuff their Chi and their feng shui and their crispy ducks up their dimsums.
BTW I always get a horrible feeling they spat in my Ho Fun noodles. do you get similar feelings?
