Lindsey: Hey Louisa, how was Chinese class?
Louisa: Im not Chinese
Lindsey: Of course you are Ching-Ling
Louisa: Just cause I look Asian doesnt mean I am.
Lindsey: Whatever you say Ching-Ling
Ching-Ling: I fucking hate you Lindsey

This Jazz Cabbage got me zooted. Jazz Cabbage is less harmful than Squares. I’m smoking that Jazz Cabbage boy.

Hey, whats that chingling doing over here?

Does your Chingling need a cherri berry?

"Do you have any chingling?"
"Whats up whith the chingling, its friday?"
"there ait no chingling up in here!!"

“I was walking home from work when I saw someone that tripped and called them Ching ling” or “This box is like a ching ling”