If I could only

Explain how fucking dumb people were by the transcripts of their bar conversations, I would communicate with others much better.
However instead, I am curious why I am apart of a secondary culture of stories repeating, women behaving badly, and sorely broken phones.
At least that's what happened to me tonight
(Little Japanese voices in the background remind me of charlie brown)
"Dude, Chinamen is not the preferred nomenclature"