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[Len8]

Found this on another site. It's Hilarious

It's 9 p.m., work is done for the day,
He gathers his boys who show him the way.
They suggest a hof of the upmost repore:
OB, Cass, and Soju galore

Lumbling on Chongno, pal-pal on the lip,
Mr. Park spits while Mr. Chun lets one rip.
Fellow hangooks glare at Chun while they pass,
smelling lunch's dweng-jang that just blowed out his ass.

Ppong-jak blaring on all around,
The succulent smell of dried squid to be found.
A coc---ach here, an ugly rat there,
And a s---tload of ajushis using words of swear

The boys are in their element, for sure,
in this classy hof that smells like manure.

Amore cosmetics, packed densely on her face,
The waitress arrives, scarlet woman of grace.
As she bends down with the tray, Mr. Park grabs her tail;
She feigns disgust, but hopes for a sale.

Plaid pants and BYC socks on display,
Discussing "Eros", that new cabaret,
About their army days the boys mull over,
And the buns of Lee Young Aei, morever
How to increase stamina? Why that new pill, of course!
No Mr. Park, better, the balls of a horse!

Full of kkak-dugi, chicken's ass, and other yummy treats,
The boys leave the hof and head to the streets.
Looking for a fight, they bring up their fists;
they knock down some bottles, but still they persist

He hacks and spits oh-so-skillfully
While slamming his fist down willfully.
Stumbles outside, unsteady on his feet,
Then tumbles forward, magic athelete!

His boys surround him, slapping him on the back
While his pants fall down, flaunting his crack

They see a shapely Mi-gook pass out of the blue,
And showing her Hangooks are real men too,
Peacocks, with feathers that are bragging,
Oblivious to the fact that their zippers are sagging.

Why wouldn't she stop and at least say hi?
It couldn't be because Mr. Park (he's really quite shy)
Was standing 10 feet away, puking up a lung,
Dan-moo-ji and soju dripping off his tongue.

But before the Mi-gook is well on her way,
Mr. Chun becomes the cultural attache
And invites her to the yeuh-kwan right down the road,
His best dignity and manners bestowed.
But she scrunches up her face and sticks out her tongue
And replies, "Not this time, Foo-Man-Chung!"

They end the night at a po-jong ma-cha,
Voted "best hangout" for Hangook bourgeois.
While their wives wait at home over bulgogi that's gone cold,
Their kids names forgotten, their ages untold.
Because to the ajashi, superman of his race,
None of that matters, in his state of grace

He'll drive home drunk, hit a few folks long the way,
Pay off the cop while adjusting his toupee.
With his sleeping wife, he'll attempt to mate,
But his d--k's gone limp in such a sad state

And that, my friends, is the oh-so-enchanting story
of that ajuhshi Mr. Lee, in all his glory.

[Satori]

Usually you'll find me on the other side of the fence, but I do post issue by issue, not agenda or position driven, so here goes...

That was an appalling display of racial stereotyping, not at all levened by an attempt to be humourous. Clearly there is some quite "warm" feeling beneath the satire there, and the author seems quite clearly anti Korean. Some of the images may ring true, but the sentiment is very ugly...

[caniff]

I read it as an amalgamation (sp?) of common stuff rather than an actual stereotype. Not a pretty picture, but it was funny.

[Satori]

[plato's republic]

Funny as hell

Get off your righteous high horse Satori and try to see it as a joke.

[Yu_Bum_suk]

That was just hilarious. It really nailed the character perfectly. I especially liked their puzzlement at why the Migook didn't want to have anything to do with them - anyone, male or female, who says they haven't experienced that here is full of BS.