If you’re walking home by yourself in the dark, and get cat-called by a group of men, stop. Place one hand against your ear like you’re talking into a small microphone, and say: “We got him. Send in backup.” Watch them scatter.
Do you have a problem with people crowding the poles on the subway? Whisper “gonorrhea.” Press up against them. Sneeze or cough on them. Breathe, heavily, on their necks. They’ll love that.
Always give up your subway seat to expectant mothers and mothers with small children (notice I didn’t say tall). Smile, and say, “Your kids look delicious.”
There is nothing better than leaving a psychiatric hospital, breathing in the polluted air, meeting new people to scream at, and jumping in front of cars on purpose. #namaste
Nazis matter. They’re beautiful, too. #stopNazishaming
They should have let Hussein live.
Never trust anyone named Nancy.
Your whole life is a lie. You’re Asian. That’s the only thing you can be. When people ask what language you speak, say Asian. And when they suggest that you look this rather than that, say, “No, sir, I’m Asian.” Or Alien.
Say “Shank you,” rather than “Thank you.” It’s the right way to do it.
When people tell you about their bad day, interrupt them to tell them how badly yours had gone. Override them if they try to interrupt.
If someone says, “Not to be racist,” kick them in the balls or punch them in the boobs or both, and make a run for it.
Foreclosure is good. Foreplay is bad.
Guys love it when you whisper “Schweaty balls” in their ears, then walk away backwards, making sure to maintain eye contact.
Stay close to your loved ones. They’d love to see how much of an asshole you’ve become.