Hong Kong is like the helicopter mom who drops you off at college for your freshman year and, while clutching you tightly and sobbing, runs down a list of all of the activities you shouldn't engage in because she suddenly realized that she forgot to instill any sense of personal responsibility in you the previous 18 years. And every day, she calls your floor's RA to ensure you're eating right and not having any orgies in your room.
I don't know how Hong Kong got to this point, but I can only imagine the movement was started by a generation of one-eyed kids who didn't get the message about not running with scissors. "Never again!"
What not to wear when sober
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I assume he’s accessing government drug-treatment services because you'd
have to be high to dress like that. Or, well, I guess just a resident of
Hong Kong...
How do you make a dead baby float?
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Minha cidade natal tem dois jornais, um é um lixo (*The Trenton Times*) e o
outro é uma merda (*The Trentonian*) -- uma merda sem a mínima pretensão de
pro...
I'm a freak magnet. If there is an Iranian man on business in Tokyo who wants to discuss his wife's infertility problems and irregular menstrual cycle, he will find me, and I will find it impossible to walk away because my innate curiosity requires me to find out what happens next. Luckily, this driving force to seek out the bizarre has yet to end in my death or the removal of vital organs.
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