Sora: Times have changed
Our kids are getting worse
They won’t obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse! Jun-Soo: Should we blame the government? Soyoung: Or blame society? Apas: Or should we blame the images on TV? Sora: No, blame waygooks
Everyone: Blame waygooks Sora: With all their beady round eyes
And flapping heads so full of lies Everyone: Blame waygooks
Blame waygooks Sora: We need to form a full assault
Everyone: It’s waygooks’s fault! Jun-Soo: Don’t blame me
For my son Min-ji
He saw the darn cartoon
And now he’s off to join the CRE(citizens for right education)! Soyoung: And my boy Tae once
Had my picture on his shelf
But now when I see him he tells me to fuck myself! Sora: Well, blame waygooks
Everyone: Blame waygooks Sora: It seems that everything’s gone wrong
Since waygooks came along Everyone: Blame waygooks
Blame waygooks Copy Guy: They’re not even a real people anyway Ms. Soo: My son could’ve been a doctor or a lawyer rich and true,
Instead he burned up like a piggy on the barbecue
Everyone: Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Sora: heck no!
Everyone: Blame waygooks
Blame waygooks
Sora: With all their footy hullabaloo
Soyoung: And that bitch Alanis Morisette too
Everyone: Blame waygooks
Shame on waygooks
For…
The smut we must stop
The trash we must bash
The Laughter and fun
Must all be undone
We must blame them and cause a fuss
Before somebody thinks of blaming uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!!!!
You know I have been picking on the Blogger from an Idiot’s tale a lot. Clearly, he likes to think of himself as a good writer. I can only think of two flaws with what he thinks. The first flaw is he cannot write. the second flaw is he cannot think.
Reblog by Lousy Korea
My cunt co-teacher is probably a cool cat. I don’t really care about her cool factor, I only care that she provides a lot of content for making fun of lousy Korea.
She recently got onto me for ‘spelling errors’ because I added a u into words like favourite or colour. She refused to believe that most English speaking countries spell this way, and just blamed in on the Apreekans.
I think one of her hagwon classes in also about accents because she’s been asking lots of questions about it.
I’m the first to admit that my accent is fucked. It can’t be pinned. I have two parents from two different English speaking countries with two very different accents. Then I was raised in a million different places. The first part of my sentence my sound like Welsh, but then I end with a Urdu accent. Throw in a few international schools where the teachers hailed from North America and Australia and you have the makings of a dialectally confused bitch.
I have two passports but I obviously entered Korea on just one. It’s the one that gives me the most money benefits, like being tax free. The cunt co-teacher doesn’t understand what it means when I say, hey, I never grew up there nor is that the nationality I call myself nor is that how I speak so take your fucking hagwon assignments and piss off.
She’s told me that I don’t speak correctly. I must have the specific accent but I make mistakes. Maybe I am confused, she says. I say cahhn’t instead of can’t. Then I say tomato instead of tomahto.
I obviously recognize my fucked accent, but since lousy Korea is obsessed with all things American, I generally teach all new vocabulary and spelling in the American way. Why the fuck should my cunt co-teacher care?
Well, she has questioned my ability to teach the students since my accent is not correct. She said to me, [name redacted] if you have accent not da right how you teach da student da good Engrishee?
I told her she’s absolutely right. We better not confuse them on my last couple of weeks in the lousy fucking ROK. She must do all of the teaching because her accent is perpectuh.
I stood in the back of the room all morning, pulling at my split ends and thinking how brilliant I am. Tomorrow until my last day, if I am not using a sick day, I will stay firmly seated in my chair watching lousy TV.
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An Irishman, an Italian, and a Korean guy are in a bar.
They are having a good time and all agree that the bar
is a nice place.
Then the Irishman says, “Aye, this is a nice bar, but
where I come from, back in Dublin, there’s a better one.
At MacDougal’s, you buy a drink, you buy another drink,
and MacDougal himself will buy your third drink!”
The others agree that sounds like a nice place.
Then the Italian says, “Yeah, that’s a nice bar, but
where I come from, there’s a better one. Over in Brooklyn,
there’s this place, Vinny’s. At Vinny’s, you buy a drink,
Vinny buys you a drink. You buy anudda drink, Vinny buys
you anudda drink.”
Everyone agrees that sounds like a great bar.
Then the Korean guy says, “You think that’s great? Where
I come from, there’s this place called Ho’s. At
Ho’s, they buy you your first drink, they buy you
your second drink, they buy you your third drink, and then,
they take you in the back and get you laid!”
“Wow!” say the other two. “That’s fantastic! Did that
actually happen to you?”
“No,” replies the Korean guy, “but it happened to my sister!”
I have two songs today. They go out to two very special people today. The first one needs no alteration or changing to fit the current events of the day. Rich girl goes out to Lisette Lee, possible Samsung heiress. Rich Girl by Hall and Oates.
The other goes out to Youseok, wherever you are. http://www.mizozo.com/world/06/2010/16/lisette-lee-heir-of-samsung-arrested-for-making-50….html
Biggie Bang Biggie Bang……
Early, early Wednesday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Inna the mud me a pick collie bud an me a load dem down in off the top (?)
One by one, load up de plane, all of-a ganja it rum
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan I stayin’
Money just a poor like rain
Me jus’ a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me an me boy named Tae
Biggie Bang Biggie Bang……
down there in of the Mokpo I grew, where sufferation I never know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a’ we so rich, we all had to sleep in the penthouse floor
Storm it come and it blow down me door, me Bangladshi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan’ go
Mummy jus’ a bawl “rich, rich,” me cry, she seh “son cry no more”
Biggie Bang Biggie Bang……
rep. 1
Down dere in Mokpo I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a’ we so rich, we all had to sleep on the penthouse floor
Storm it come and it blow down me door, me bangladeshi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan’ go
Mama tell me “nah part of Lee family, Korea beat yuh, mekju back sore ,ey ”
Biggie Bang Biggie Bang…..
Once again, Mr. Chicken-shit tries to prove what a man he is by saying he will kick that person’s ass. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word fear, but then again he doesn’t know the meaning of most words.