Stereotypes are an unfortunate fact of human life, I'm afraid. We've all got them about other people, and they have them about us. However, I don't think they should be discounted because most of them have their source in some obscure truth. My name is Jefferson O'Shea. A young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved to the Province of Ontario from my native Galway City in Ireland three years ago. I don't like Canada, to tell you the truth. I would have preferred to live in the United States of America but my family has too many enemies there. Can you say Italian Mob? So, Canada it is. Life around these parts is certainly interesting. I'm having so much fun out here it ought to be illegal.
Friday night and I've got nothing to do. I'm a business student at Algonquin College and I work security to make a few bucks here and there. The rest of the time, I've got zilch to do. I consult my Yellow Book for some whores to pump. What is the Yellow Book? My homemade phone book containing the numbers of some Asian chicks in Ottawa who just can't say no to White dick. They're from Korea, Vietnam, China, Japan, and God knows how many other places in the continent of fucking Asia. All the same to me, to tell you the truth. All that matters is that these Asian broads are more into us White men than White women are, and getting them into bed is so easy it's not even sporting anymore. And you know what? As a White guy who lives in a City where nearly every fucking White chick has a Black boyfriend, or secretly wants one, it suits me just fine. I like Asian broads and they like me. This is payback, Caucasian male style.
I consult the Yellow Book, and dial up Karen Chong. She's around five-foot-three, with short hair and light brown eyes. And she's Chinese, or is it Korean? Whatever. I don't care. All I know is that she's Asian and Asian women always get the job done when a White man needs to have his sexual needs met. Always. They deliver, man. And I don't mean just Chinese food. Incidentally, I met Karen Chong while she was making a Chinese food delivery to my dormitory at Algonquin College. Like most Asian chicks, her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she found herself surrounded by hungry White guys. Maybe we shouldn't have paid her for the Chinese food. Maybe she would have been content to be paid in dick instead. What do you think?