I Kicked A Woman In the Bagina!
I've just now realized how bad (in a good way) those women were on Kill Bill Volumes 1 & 2. Those chicks looked like they'd slice off your ear if they thought you heard them wrong. They were beautiful women, who could whoop your ass, as well as loyal to their mistresses, masters and baby-daddies.
But seeing these women isn't particularly beautiful, and bad (in that oh, so good way) when they aren't in movie form. I promise you, if you see a 4 foot 11 Asian woman screaming at you with a samurai sword, you'd piss your pants and buck her ass like a deer around a high-pitched voice, annoying, big breasted ditzy blonde.
Not to get on any racial topics (but then I keep going into it...), but the women at the local China Buffet scare me when they say hello. I walk in there and that Eastern music is so soft and sweet. I become tranquil, if only for a moment, until--
"SINGAWL TAAABOWL!!" comes shrieking at me in an ultra high pitch. This is usually how they try and ask you if you want a single table. My instincts cause me to want to punch 'em in the face. Don't ask me why. When someone scares an American, they back up and ball up their fist. Of course, when their conscience mind kicks in they don't strike, but the subconscious mind says, "I'ma whoop yo ass! Who the hell are you yellin' at?!"
So when I saw this Asian woman at the local flee market hold up a sword, smile and start swinging in my direction- in playfullness, of course- I...
*Just say it, Terry. They won't judge you*
I tried to kick her in the Bagina. I call her vagina a bagina, because she had balls of steel to run up on a black man with a sword and not expect to get pimp smacked.
I'm guessing she's healing, and I experienced my very first movie adventure. Like my friend says, "Life is a movie. Make it a blockbuster."
But seeing these women isn't particularly beautiful, and bad (in that oh, so good way) when they aren't in movie form. I promise you, if you see a 4 foot 11 Asian woman screaming at you with a samurai sword, you'd piss your pants and buck her ass like a deer around a high-pitched voice, annoying, big breasted ditzy blonde.
Not to get on any racial topics (but then I keep going into it...), but the women at the local China Buffet scare me when they say hello. I walk in there and that Eastern music is so soft and sweet. I become tranquil, if only for a moment, until--
"SINGAWL TAAABOWL!!" comes shrieking at me in an ultra high pitch. This is usually how they try and ask you if you want a single table. My instincts cause me to want to punch 'em in the face. Don't ask me why. When someone scares an American, they back up and ball up their fist. Of course, when their conscience mind kicks in they don't strike, but the subconscious mind says, "I'ma whoop yo ass! Who the hell are you yellin' at?!"
So when I saw this Asian woman at the local flee market hold up a sword, smile and start swinging in my direction- in playfullness, of course- I...
*Just say it, Terry. They won't judge you*
I tried to kick her in the Bagina. I call her vagina a bagina, because she had balls of steel to run up on a black man with a sword and not expect to get pimp smacked.
I'm guessing she's healing, and I experienced my very first movie adventure. Like my friend says, "Life is a movie. Make it a blockbuster."
Leave a Comment
