It is settled. I am going to produce nothing but adorable, small, intelligent, squinty-eyed Asian Babies. My Uncle Justin's child, Kenny, melts my heart with his Oriental features. He's only two and just gets cuter in time. His little sister Melanie (6 months) is cute but hopefully she'll blossom eventually. She reminds me of a Cabbage Patch Doll except with softer hair. Due to the fact that she has Asian hair-follicles. Lucky Noodle. Maybe I am just bored with her cause all she does is eat, cry, and poop.
The way my Uncle and his Chinese wife communicate is interesting. They don't. Only God knows how they communicated via email. The exchange probably went something like this:
"Hi, my name is Justin. What's your name and where do you live?"
"My name Moo-Yuang. I live China. My English poor."
"That's great. I have always wanted to visit China. Is the food good there?"
"Food very good. Come visit. Bring me back to States. Gimme Green Card."
My Uncle revealed to me that he visited her in China, they took a ride on her moped through the crowded streets in China, and then they simply fell in love in China. They now live in a trailer above my Uncle's personally dug bomb-shelter and produce beautiful Asian children. Maybe my uncle could dig me my own personal hole to China so I could find a soul-mate too?
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