This Bloke I'm Affiliated with
Well we call him "Chee-doe" it's a nickname derived from his real name (along the lines of Harry for Henry, etc., etc.).

Skip back a couple of years ago, High School, Cheedo is craving a cigarrette, any brand, anything to cure his itch for the sweet sweet cancer.

Across from him: two Asian blokes. One asks the other for a cig. The other takes a brand new box out and hands his mate a stick.

Cheedo walks up to them. Asks if could bum one off. Asian refuses. Cheedo, who is understanding that tabacco costs money, offers currency for one cigarrette. Asian then tells Cheedo, "Sorry, I don't have any cigarettes." And both, smug and full of shit, walked away from Cheedo.

He stood there, brewing. Anger growing. You could've fried some won-tons and egg rolls on his head.

He strolled to the school parking lot. Looked for any and all Asian made cars. Slashed some tires with a blade he carries around. He remembered one of the two Asians rode a bike to school. He went to the bikes and slashed tires and brake lines on any bike that resembled the Asian's bike.

That wasn't far enough for him, from then on he grew to HATE anything and everything from the Oriental East. To this day, so I've heard, No one can take him to China Town or chinese/thai/mongolian/japanes resturants. Basically anyone with slanted eyes and straight hair will get a brutal treatment from Cheedo. And all for a cigarrette.

Turned out the guys we're actually from Hawaii. He still hates "Chinks" though.

Not me though. I love them, super, number 1!!!!!!: )!!: )!!
(The Horizontal Monster Mash Mr. T Pitties Me, Wed 15 Nov 2006, 16:40, Reply)