(Jared Fogle is going to jail.)
Yesterday, I prepared bacon and eggs for dinner. I bought the bacon at Emart. It cooked up all thick and crispy and delicious. I also fried some rice using large amounts of salt and grease. The meal was delicious. I washed the vittles down with a large bottle of Cass beer. Cass is my favorite brand.
I watched the latest episode of Hannibal. Dr. Lecter is still rotting away in a mental hospital. His books and toilet have been taken away due to his general naughtiness. Meanwhile, Francis captures Dr. Frederick Chilton. He shows Chilton what it means to become The Great Red Dragon. Then he bites off the psychiatrist's lips and tongue, and sets him on fire. I'm going to miss Hannibal. It's a wonderful show.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked Jesus for making my eldest son mentally strong. He realizes that his mother has been acting like a loon for the past couple of years. Consequently, he doesn't internalize her abuse. I hope my wife's meds will bring her back down to earth.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 11 a.m. and turned on my lap top. Do you remember Jared Fogle? He used to help Subway sell their shitty sandwiches. Anyway, Mr. Fogle got busted for having sex with minors. On top of that, the police found child pornography on his computer. So he'll be spending the next twelve years in a federal prison. Jared's quite the dirty bird. He looks so normal.
I read the paper later in the day. Sex crimes on the Korean subway system are on the rise. Approximately six cases are reported each day. Most of the incidents seem to revolve around groping. People are cramped together like sardines, and the occasional pervert likes to cop a cheap feel from the female passengers.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's You May Be Right by Billy Joel. God bless.