Cho: “So I’m reading the Bible the other day—not for spirtual guidance, mind you, just looking for tips on how to cook goat, because I get tired of broiling it with a little barbecue sauce, to be honest—when I come across this passage about a burning bush. A burning bush! And then it hits me: if God is willing to burn a Bush, maybe I should go find myself some gasoline and a Zippo and pay a little visit to the West Wing…”
friends:
Cho: “…which, that’s in the White House.”
friends:
Cho: “…to, y’know—burn a ‘Bush’ of my own. Heh.”
friends:
Cho: “…though not Jenna. No. That bitch is so sodden with gin she’d probably explode like a roadside bomb if I got near her with a lighter. And the Bible doesn’t say anything about an exploding Bush…”
friends:
Cho: “…Am I right…?”
friends:
Cho: “I say, ‘am I right…?’”
friends: “Uh, sure…?”
Cho: “Exactly! There ya’ go, people. Now you’ve got a pulse!”
You mean Cho has friends?
You have to admit: she had a better chance of getting a room full of friends than a room full of fans.
Ode Asian Woomah: No..No..No Mawet.. Why you so stoopid ? Stick wi proven joke.. ‘member Woopi Goberg.. Bush is like Pusshey.. Make Boom-Boom joke wit fire and Jenna’s Bush.. Everywon luv boom-boom joke… or fart joke.. that get laughs too..
Cho: And don’t even get me started on Bush’s mother! What is she, like a thousand years old? Hey honey? They call it hair coloring. Give it a shot, would you? You’re starting to look as white as your son’s graduating class!
Heh.”
Next thing you know, she’ll want to have Barbara Bush’s portrait removed from the one-dollar-bill.
I would think Ms. Cho would want to fire up Jenna, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.