(Bill Maher: Just another filthy atheist.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served chili and French bread for dinner. The meal was OK. My vittles came from a can. I guess the old lady needed a break from her domestic duties. But I didn't go hungry. I'm thankful that my belly has always been full.
Jim's mother screamed at him. He sasses her constantly about studying. That boy hates cracking the books. So she beat him with the Spoon of Justice. Good for her.
I watched Supernatural. Sam and Dean are still fighting the Leviathans. The leader of the Leviathan nation is named Dick. This leads to a lot of laughs. For instance, he's a very cool character. So the boys will often say that it's difficult to get a rise out of Dick. I'm childish and retarded. I love raunchy humor.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I refuse to live my life like some filthy atheist who thinks he's hip. I'm no Bill Maher. I live by a code from a higher power than the democratic party.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a weird dream. A strange Mexican drove a car. I sat in the backseat with my eldest son. The head of a dead baby elephant was on the side of the road. The Mexican stopped the car. A fierce wolf approached the automobile. I warned my boy to keep quiet. That's all I can remember.
I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. The United States is flying stealth planes over the peninsula. My nation is trying to put the fear of the Almighty into the belligerent North Koreans. Good luck with that. They're a stiff-necked people.
I turned on Fox News. The Miami Heat finally lost. What a run. They won twenty-seven games in a row. It must feel great to be a part of such a talented squad.
The time is 5 p.m. I'm tired and my feet are cold. I'm chewing on a pen. I really miss cigarettes. Poor old Smith is a recovering drug fiend. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.