Monday, June 1, 2015

Monday

(Carlos Condit is a beast.)

Yesterday, I took the family to Burger King.  I had a Whopper with French fries.  The meal was delicious.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of genuine Coca-Cola.  I'm a huge fan of junk food.  I can barely squeeze into my pants, but that's fine with me.  I no longer care about looking good.

I watched the UFC--albeit with shame and remorse.  What can I tell you?  I simply love to witness grown men kicking the shit out of each  other.  The feature bout was Carlos Condit vs. Thiago Alves. Condit beat the poor Brazilian half to death.  Blood was everywhere.  The ref had to stop the match in the middle of the third round.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty atheist.  I prayed for a healthy relationship between my eldest son and his crazy mother.  Things are slowly getting better.  They got into a heated argument in the evening.  Nevertheless, I still have faith.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Meet the Press.  Chuck Todd interviewed Bernie Sanders.  It turns out that Mr. Sanders wrote pornography back in the early seventies.  His scribblings are very embarrassing to say the least.  The moral of the story?  If you write dirty stories, try not to get caught.

I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  The Korean government's cracking down on reckless drivers.  Law breakers can now be fined $5,000 dollars and spend a year in jail.  Driving on the peninsula is ridiculous.  Every morning I nearly get killed by pushy Asians tooling around in their Hyundai automobiles.  The nonsense has to end.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Pot by Tool.  God bless.

2 comments:

  1. hey Smith glad I found you again

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