05-29-2008, 03:47 PM
As those of you know who have bothered to visit me at work, we have an adjacent space that separates our office from the warehouse. It's sort of our green room. GM Tu uses it as a classroom sometimes. He's doing that now. He's doing a special week-long workshop. It's all in Mandarin. There are many students milling about, using up our toilet paper and leaving spills in our bathroom. Right now, there's about half a dozen guys wearing skirts, preparing to spank it like a monkey in a mango tree, then do some weight lifting. These are very common looking Chinese guys, the kind who you might stand next to at a bus stop. Oh lordy, I can hear them grunting and spanking. The room smells really funky, a sour potpourri of gym odors, dry herbs and evacuated stale qi. And I'm supposed to write while this is going on? Where are the female iron crotch practitioners?
Shadow boxing the apocalypse