(Kim Jong-un: The fat ugly toad is a basketball fan.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served Burger King for dinner. I ate a Whopper and French fries. The meal was excellent. I enjoy fast food. I've given up smoking and drinking. I don't have many pleasures left.
Jim went to math class. He goes to a special academy two times a week for six hours. I'm a real demanding jerk. I want my kids to excel in math and science. I also want them fluent in two languages. Results. Results. Results.
I watched Supernatural. I steal all my television from this site. I don't enjoy living as a common thief. But I reside in South Korea, and I'm starved for entertainment. So what's a boy to do?
Supernatural's audience is comprised entirely of retarded people. I love the series. I'm currently on season six. Cass and Crowley have struck a deal to share Purgatory. Stupid stuff. Yet strangely entertaining.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Our Father on bended knees. I pray in the bathroom. My apartment doesn't have a closet. It's too small. No kidding.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. Dennis Rodman is visiting North Korea. Kim Jong-un is a big fan of the Chicago Bulls. It's important to have a hobby. After all, ruthless dictators can't spend all their time killing the innocent. They occasionally need to let their hair down.
I turned on Fox News. The Pope left the Vatican. I'm perfect for the job. Plus I'd look pretty hot in the uniform. The catholics should give me a call. I'm ready, willing, and able.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.