(Frankie Edgar wins again.)
Yesterday, I took my family to a buffet. We ate many plates of rice and raw fish. We also had French fries, waffles, and egg rolls. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Coke. The meal cost seventy dollars. Living on the peninsula isn't cheap. Food's actually quite expensive.
I watched the UFC. Frankie Edgar won a decision over Uriah Faber in a five round bout. The fight was a tad boring. Both men respected each other so much so that they were a bit apprehensive about getting hit with counter-shots. Consequently, they spent most of the match dancing around the ring.
I'm a big fan of the UFC. Perhaps I'm white trash. But I just can't get enough of the extreme violence that the organization offers a slob like me. My favorite fighter is Jon Bones Jones. However, he's facing a long suspension for hitting a pregnant woman with his car. The poor girl broke her arm as a result of the accident. Mr. Jones ran away on foot. His next stop will be prison.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I asked the Almighty to protect my two sons. Sadly, both my boys are a couple of dullards. They need all the supernatural help they can get.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5:45 a.m. I drank coffee and turned on Fox News. Chris Wallace grilled Mark Rubio. Senator Rubio claimed that the Iraq war wasn't a mistake. What a tool. I'm voting for Elizabeth Warren. I'm not a liberal. But desperate times call for desperate measures. At least she hates Wall Street.
I read the paper while taking a bathroom break. The homosexual community in Seoul is having a parade to promote LGBT awareness. Many conservative Korean churches are up in arms. They want the queens to get back in the closet. My opinion? Give the fags a break. They have the right to enjoy their lives, too.
Anyway, it's time for the song of the day. Here's God Will Cut You Down by Johnny Cash. Enjoy.