greenmangostudio

Some background: My wife is from Taiwan and understands basic Mandarin, my father in law has significantly more comfort with Mandarin. ​ We went out with our young infant son and my father in law for his birthday that was very nice! In teaching our son the names for his grandparents (The Mandarin words intended for the parents on the maternal side) we repeatedly were saying. "Say happy birthday to your 'gon gon'" and say thank you to "Gon Gon". Terms that we had learned from my mother-in-law, who of course is excellent skill in Mandarin. It definitely was getting some strange reactions from him, that we were surprised about considering he is very happy interacting with his grandson. He finally speaks up and says that word is the wrong word, and starts describing how emperor in China would have male servants around him that had certain surgeries performed so they would not go after the concubines.... We come to find out that we are using the word fo...

Usual “this actually happened a while ago” disclaimer (sorry). Months ago, I was at the local drag show that I attend every week. The way it works is that the drag show starts at about half 9, goes on until around 11, after which it opens up into a gay club night. I’ve been going there since my first year of uni, and now I’m a graduate, so I’m very familiar with the regular attendees as well as the bar and door staff. I know many of them on a first-name basis. The thing is that, because my friends and I are loyal customers, we tend to get away with more than the average clubgoer would, specifically with poppers. Poppers as a substance exist in this “legal to own, illegal to consume” grey area where I am, but most of the time the bouncers tend to turn a blind eye to us doing them as long as we keep it discreet. So I’m on my regular club sesh, drinking a Venom and dancing to Club Classics (Best song on Brat btw) when it transitions to "Rush" by Troye Sivan. Immediately...

So this last week has been insanely rough. I work at a health clinic that has two locations. One north and one south. Its been a freaking busy week and I am not sure what is in the air around here but for some reason everyone has had a major boot up their ass. 99% of the patients have been rude as hell and one of the nurses was just on a colossal rampage this whole freaking week. It hit its peak on Wednesday. At around 3:00 that afternoon we had a patient coming in for a wellness check which he was too early for, meaning insurance wasn't going to pay for it. We tried calling all day so they wouldn't waste a trip if they were planning to run it through insurance. The mom was a massive bitch from the second she walked in the door. Didn't want to verify phone number or address and threw a fit about the paperwork we needed done. When it was time to discuss payment that was when she ultimately lost her mind. I asked how she wanted to pay for the visit and she said the patients f...

I am 29, and I was feeling very energetic today. I often have in my past jumped on trampolines for fun. I have not in a few years, but there's a rather large trampoline in my backyard. It's very old, inherited from the previous owners, and the edge of it is all metal framed. But I stay active, so I figured I could try it a little again. And when I started jumping, it felt very stable. And it was, I was juts the problem. ​ Well, I attempted a flip, did the flip, and over shot it. Landed on the metal flat on my chest so hard I still hurt. I have talked to everyone I know, laughing about how old I am. No one saw this, but I literally felt my shoulders go forward. My chest go, "NOPE!", and just flopped back on my back for a bit. It's was arguably hilarious. Quite a shame it wasn't witnessed by anyone. ​ Anyway, here I am several hours later and I am incredibly sore. I am contemplating pain killers since I rarely take any. But it's bad. My ...

So my job for a trip to a seaside town in the UK to watch 4 days of cricket. It was to book the accommodation. Simplicity itself isn't it? Book 3 nights that sleeps 3 people. No worries I get it all booked 3 months ago. Bit surprised at how cheap it was actually for an apartment that sleeps 4 and right near the train station. The party is 2 of us tonight, then 3 for Saturday and Sunday. All sorted now and we can get the train to the town. This is where I should have started to get worried. I arrived at the platform, phone my mate. "Where are you?" "On the platform" "I can't see you, where the fuck are you?" I'm the opposite platform you spanner, it's 15 and you're on 16!" No worries, I get to the correct platform and we head off. Nice day in the sun watching cricket and get a bit sunburnt. I brandish Google maps like I'm some explorer and lead us off to the accommodation. 35 minutes later my mate takes ove...

I asked the guy behind the counter, “Can you tell me how to get to the casino?” Before the guy behind the counter could say a word, the person to my right began to provide directions to the casino. And as this person started talking, my brain decided, “You know what would be funny?” As the fellow to my right provided directions to the casino, I continued to stare directly at the guy behind the counter. “…just continue up the hill until you see the big building with the lights; can’t miss it. It’ll be on your left. Drive around to the right to park.” Continuing to stare at the guy behind the counter, I now released my devastatingly funny line. “Are you a ventriloquist?” I asked the guy behind the counter. Instead of the laughter I anticipated, all I heard was the tinkling of the bell as my buddy fled the Mini-Mart, leaving me standing there with my dick in my hand. “Ah, crap,” I said to myself, and looked at the person to my right. Sure enough, the person to my right was...