Wise cracker: “See? That’s what y’all learned in school! Y’all screwed up!”
To the Boss: Dude! When I said “commanding”, I didn’t mean forcefully like steroid-laden rescue inhalers! I meant with dignified grace (like opera singers) by raising/lowering at least one or both upper limbs. Observe the hands of the priests – slow, sometimes both palms up and slightly outward, if not comfortably straight.
So I cited an example of my younger brother in which his photos show him smiling, skipping, hopping, playing, sashaying for the camera during his marathon runnings. Although he is a happily married BOY to a Chinese toid, I wonder about his playful innocence, like the Boss.
It’s not that we kids of this generation lack the strict tight-ass discipline of yester years but we are free spirited, out-of-control liberals/progressives. I tried to “convince” the bitch that most Filipinos are fruity anyway. But she is not buying it.
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