by Danni Quintos
Someone yelled,That dog gonna end up in a pot of rice!
at Margaret Cho & she tells the story in her stand-up, as a joke.
When I waited tables, someone’s dad ordered flied lice.
Someone’s brother made a dog-meat-in-the-eggrolls joke.
In 1904, they shipped twelve hundred Filipinos, shivering in
a train car, from Seattle to St.
Louis for a human zoo.
No joke.
They forced them to eat twenty dogs a week: a spectacle
for the fairgoers.
The butt of the joke.
The root of the joke.
Once a coworker barked like a dog because someone else
ate Chinese food; but calm down, it was just a joke.
When I told her it wasn’t OK, she cried, called me a bully.
She asked me in tears,Danni, why can’t you take a joke?
From:
Two Brown Dots
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