In AFGHANISTAN SHRUGGED I read about a real pain in the ass and misery... an Afghan dust storm. Being an American fighting man, Vampire 06, wrote about the wind, heat, and very fine Afghan dust, as follows: "Use a hairdryer and sandpaper on your face and you’ll get the general feeling. I think to myself there must be some way to package this little piece of torture and sell it to spas back home in California. I’m convinced that somebody will buy it; it’s too stupid not to have someone believe it’s good for them." He also wrote: "By the way anyone up for an “Afghan Cleansing Wind Treatment”? Look for it coming soon to a spa near you! I know somebody is going to buy this, I just know it!"
(Photo: The Dirty Dozen)
In reference to the Afghan Cleansing Wind Treatment, I believe I have the clientele perfect-o for Vampire 06....the South Koreans. You see, my in-laws are Korean and when they come to visit us (in the USA) they prefer to drink our nasty-assed-stinkin-stanky-sulfur-infested tap water. It kind of smells a little like rotten eggs (ick!).
It's got a musky kind of a smell. A musk funk...and not in a good way. Rather than drink the good water we have delivered to our home, they, these sons and daughters of "The Land of the Morning Calm", want to drink the nasty crap-water, exclaiming "It smells! This water must have a lot of good minerals in it! Good for your health! Everyone drink! Drink up!" I tried to explain that this wasn't necessarily the case but they would have none of it and continued drinking many gallons of our funkified water. I let them poison themselves. Damn Koreans! They make me want to drink. I'm sure they will gladly cleanse themselves, The Afghan Way, and stand in line with cash money for Vampire Six's latest enterprise. Oh...if you come to our house and I give you our regular tap water to drink you should either... 1.) be honored that I think you are a Korean... or 2.) take the hint and not hang around too long. Bloggers Tammi & That1Guy outsmarted me. When they visited, they brought their own beer. Bastards.
Korean Rule#1- If it stinks it must be good for you.
Guess the wife thought I stunk and married me. Yeah, I'm a stinker.