CHARLIE TU EATS

Charlie Tu Drinks Too

gambypants — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 22:06:57 +0000

Well, Charlie Is A Robot Already

gambypants — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 17:58:13 +0000

Charlie Tu is re-thinking his Japanese roots (1/4!) and trying out next year for Japan’s show Ultra Series, in pig suit.

[WTF Japan Seriously]

War Is Unforeseeable

gambypants — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 20:35:35 +0000

It’s A Snow Day New York

gambypants — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 19:07:21 +0000

But Charlie Tu still has time to eat (Seafood Pan Fried Noodle –Huzzah!) and get some exercise.

Whatever

gambypants — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 20:25:14 +0000

AZN Babies Look Better In Anime Outfits

gambypants — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 02:23:37 +0000

Charlie’s mom used to make these outfits for him when he was bad –that and she taped his eyelids open. But now you can buy them for your white babies to make him or her or zhe adorable. BANDAI!

“STYLE”（スタイル)

While Charlie Tu Sleeps, Pandas Play On Rocking Horses

gambypants — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:10:40 +0000

When You’ve Had Too Many Tacos Eat A Quail Egg

gambypants — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 15:18:48 +0000

Charlie Tu is in Los Angeles capital of Mexicanistan to pay tribute to tanning, tits, and tacos. Tacos in the morning. Tacos in the evening. Tacos after an eight ball. He’s wiped out. So last night he resorted to his gourmet (NYC) tastes in which he feasted on dish of Duck confit salad with endive and poached quail egg. This is called “taco” in Los Angeles.

He Can Cook When He Wants

gambypants — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 16:25:31 +0000

Charlie Tu is away from New York. His mother missed coddling his rump Azn ass so he took off for his homeless shelter origins in Seattle for a vacanza. Whilst there he’s realizing he can cook using more than just salt and eggs. Last night/morning/now(?) he made a dish of chives, dried tomatoes, eggs, broccoli and green beans. FIVE FLAVOR NOTES. Does anyone know what this is called in New York?

Hiiiiiiiiiii, it’s an Explosion in Xie Xie’s Pants!

schnufflesalphonse — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 19:38:12 +0000

The bomb in Charlie’s pants is on the other side. And it’s made of poo.

Unless you count flat-ironing his hair, Charlie has never had an actual job or done anything economically productive in his entire life. Somehow though, he is friends with responsible employed people. “FRIENDS,” REALLY? NO ONE THAT THE FACT CHECKING DEPARTMENT CONTACTED WOULD CONFIRM. – ed.

One of them, a junior vice president for oils, salads and dressings at a $5 billion media company in midtown, invited Charlie for lunch yesterday and for reasons untold, he had to cancel.

THIS SAVED CHARLIE’S LIFE.

‘Why,’ you ask, gentle readers? Because that day it was ordered shut down by the United States Department of Health and Microwave Ovens. LIGHTEN UP ON THE 30 ROCK JOKES. IT MAKES YOU LOOK CHEAP. – ed. If Charlie’s sources in the building are correct, and they probably are, almost 56K people have been sent to the hospital with bleedy diarrhea. CAN YOU THINK OF A LESS OFFENSIVE WORD THAN THE BIG D. IT’S SO… MESSY. – ed.

Anyway, he narrowly escaped a bloody rectum — only to put himself in harm’s way again and again this weekend at the man bars. Zing. WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CHEAP. THIS ISN’T A WOMAN’S MAGAZINE; CLEAN IT UP. – ed.