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Oh, it's worse than that. Whenever I visit my parents - my very own parents - and watch T.V. with them (to my heartfelt chagrin, they serve a nightly line up of CSI, followed by CSI, followed by CSI:Miami, followed by CSI:New York....sometimes there's golf), they turn the thing on, I get all "Look into my eyes...I am an Oriental" Bruce Leroy focused, and then they start up talking about everything else under the sun, while taking breaks from discussing how unrealistic the show is and singing songs to their dogs. I have contemplated, on more than one occasion, scarfing some Xanex before putting myself through it.
What the hey. I love 'em.
/apologize for any threadjackage of non-black-people-yelling-at-movie-screen action. If it helps, imagine that my parents are black. You can call me Navin.
//ps. one of my parent's dogs is deaf. go figure.
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