gosh! lemme just rant that i have been literally workin’ my badunkadunk off by studying/doing lab work from 8am to 10pm for the past couple weeks… i’m so tired… 8(
There are few things in the world more depressing than the knowledge that a 65 year-old Somali gynecologist has bigger balls than you could ever hope to achieve even if you gave yourself steroid collagen injections to the scrotum every night and set up an induction port that allowed you to inflate them with an air pump like a basketball or those high-top sneakers from the early 90s.
Meet Hawa Abdi. A woman who has never raised her fist in anger against another human being, but also one who could perform three C-sections on dirt-poor women, wash her hands, then go straight outside, stare down an army of gun-toting hardcore fanatical Somali militiamen, and with four words send them running for their lives on a light-speed rainbow of shame and self-loathing without even blinking. A woman once appropriately described once as “one part Mother Teresa, one part Rambo.”
Reilly:
*walks over to Hektor as he cooks dinner* So what are you making this time?
Hektor:
I'm making butter chicken, along with Naan bread.
Reilly:
Oh that sounds delicious!
Hektor:
Well of course it's going to be delicious.
Reilly:
*grabs one of the spices from a small line up of spices* What type of spice is this?
Hektor:
Ah! No, do NOT touch the spices, I had them all in order based on when I needed to use them and what would go good with what for the flavour profile!
Reilly:
... Oh, sorry
Hektor:
Damn straight you are. Now go and sit down and just look pretty.