(Jamie gets ass-raped.)
Yesterday, I ate pork and rice for dinner. The meal was OK. Nothing special. But I just kept my mouth shut. The Dragon Lady's a complete loon, and the last thing I want to do is make her angry. She might cut off my food supply. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. Carbonated beverages bring me happiness.
I watched the final episode of Outlander. It was rather grim. Jack Randall spends the entire hour ass-raping Jamie Fraser. No kidding. Poor Jamie screams out desperately in pain as Jack thrusts and grunts in a beastly fashion. I learned one important fact. Anal sex isn't for pussies. Talk about graphic. I felt like I was locked inside a Turkish prison.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy atheist. I asked Jesus to mend my broken heart. My eldest son James-uh failed another algebra test. His scores constantly go up and down. I can't take it anymore. So I've decided to wash my hands like Pilate. When he gets older, he can join the air force.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. The Five discussed the second amendment. I completely support the right of American citizens to bear arms. But I don't own a gun for fear that my wife might murder me. She hates my guts.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A young woman in Incheon was strangled by her boyfriend. He stuffed her in a suitcase and dumped the corpse at a construction site. The poor girl remained encased in concrete for over a month. Her body is now badly decomposed. Her parents are overwhelmed with grief.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Hell Hole by Spinal Tap. God bless.