Saturday, May 10, 2014


(Crazy Muslims will be the death of us all.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady went to Emart and bought a pizza.  The meal came in a large cardboard box.  I greedily devoured several pieces.  One must eat fast in my humble abode.  I live with two hungry boys.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of Coke.  I'm just crazy for carbonated beverages.

I viewed several episodes of The Following.  Joe isn't dead.  His new residence is a dilapidated whorehouse located in rural Arkansas.  Ryan knows that he's alive.  A creepy art dealer also knows the famous serial killer is still breathing.  But the feds remain clueless.  In fact, the FBI believes that Joe is roasting in hell with the other reprobates.  Kevin Bacon's the star of the program.  He's older than me by several years.  Yet he looks fantastic.  Go figure.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I refuse to live my life as if I were a filthy misanthrope.  I asked Jesus to make me handsome like Kevin Bacon.  My prayer went unheeded.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a nightmare about eating Chinese food in an American shopping mall.  I kept running into former friends who were angry at me for various reasons.  I couldn't escape their unhappy presence.  I might stop recording my dreams.  I need a break from the multitude of demons swimming around in my feverish brain.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  A young man in China killed his entire family with a knife.  He was trying to steal their money so that he could play video games.  They caught him red-handed and carnage ensued.  Two of the victims were mere toddlers.

I turned on Fox News.  The world is still in shock over the kidnapped Nigerian girls.  The crazy Muslims are now threatening to sell them into slavery.  I'm not surprised.  Islam's a religion attractive to knuckle-draggers and retarded murderers.  Mark my words.  These towel-headed misfits will end up killing us all.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Long Train Running by the Doobie Brothers.  God bless.


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