Chinny wants to be a kept woman, and she wants every mean girl from high school to know that she's a kept woman. That's what the whole Muslim fiasco has been in aid of. Islam offers Chins everything she wants - being the public property of a male, sitting around the house all day while he does actual work (vis raising a family like a good Muslima wife, something she is conveniently incapable of), and who could forget covering her Humpty Dumpty body with a 9XL ninja costume for "modesty" as if anybody wanted to see it.
100% THIS.
All them grody sex stories. The shit about Nader cLaImIng HeR! The DeeDeeMEGADooDoo. The rages at FFG--"Where's YOUR MAN, hmm?"
She has zero idea what sex even is. Hell, I'd bet James Lucas of Cornwall, Ontario has a better grasp on what sex actually is than Chins. And I saw that post in his thread earlier about Chins being his only sexual experience, complete with a Jackie Coogan/Harris Glenn Millstead rape baby picture.
Everything she does is all about the flex. Again, it's 1st lunch in the cafeteria at Degrassi High and Chin Chin Cheree is hurpling around the lunchroom with her tray looking for a spot to free fall and crater the teraazzo flooring.
* The jocks and cheerleaders don't want her
* The stonies don't want her
* The goths don't want her
* The nerds, geeks, and spazzes don't want her
* The outcasts won't even look her way
* And the SPED table has all turned their backs
She hurples, machine gun farting the whole way, towards the cheerleaders and jocks. Amanda Jane gasps in quicky mounting horror while her best friend, Jenna McLish, goes pale as cheese and wretches from the smell. The guys screw their faces up; masks of dread, terror, and rank disgust.
Chins goes "HAWOI, GAWIZZE!" and literally free falls onto the bench WHOOMPH! Gasps, screams, and shouts abound. Chins starts shoveling Salisbury Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and fruit salad in her mouth while telling her nth story about fucking another homeless bum on a rock for a cheeseburger.
Amanda interrupts.
Chins: "Huhhh?" BRAAP!
Amanda: "UMMM...WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING?"
Chins: (Wheeze laughs and farts) "Oh, yew guize are soo funnehhh!" BRAAAP!
Jenna: "Oh my God..."
Derek: "Fuck outta here, fatass!"
Chins: (Gets up. Takes her tray. Farts. Wheeze laughs) "Oh yew guize, see yew tomorrow!" (hurples away to dump the tray)
Amanda and Jenna: "Eww..."
Sixth hour. About 10 minutes before the bell before passing period. Coupla smokers over by the cafeteria spot Chin Chin Cheree's malshaped 'tato head bobbing up and down on Mr. Dalton, the 63 year old janitor's knob for the snubbed butt of his Tareyton and part of a stale Fillet 'o Fish from his lunchbox.
And like another farmer pointed out, every time she opens her mouth and "flexes," it's almost always another hilarious self-own. The sooner (rainbows ahoy!) she and James come to terms with the fact they were meant to remain together so as not to inflict each other on the world, the better off they'd be.
But they'll both be homeless. I'm here for it.