(Let's behead Ronald Pritchett.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady took me to a restaurant. She purchased fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken. She also bought me a pitcher of Cass beer. The poultry and suds tasted great. Overall, the meal was a nice experience. But near the end, she started to bitch and bitch and bitch. To be honest, I can't remember what she was complaining about. I can't be bothered listening to her endless gripes. Maybe that's the reason she hates me.
I watched an episode of Fargo. A butcher's wife inadvertently kills a gangster with her car. Her and her unfortunate husband are now trying to cover up the mess. The butcher uses a grinder to dispose of the corpse. However, the crime family soon learns what happened to their colleague. Fargo is a great series. It has my highest recommendation.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I asked Jesus for peace and contentment. My family's one of the loudest on earth. Sometimes, I wear earphones just so I don't have to hear them. The drama never ends. For instance, my sons are the only Asians on the planet who suck at math. So I have to listen to their crazy mother scream and scream and scream. Perhaps I should start drinking again.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Pornography's against the law in South Korea. All the naughty sites have been blocked. However, some believe that this is a violation of civil liberties. I stay out of local affairs. Korea's a fledgling democracy, and the last thing I need is to end up in jail. If Madame President says pornography is sinful, then I stand behind her 100%.
I turned on my laptop. A 32-year-old man named Ronald Pritchett killed his father with a knife because the old geezer didn't buy him food from Burger King. He also knifed his mother, but the poor woman managed to survive. Talk about a hair-trigger temper. Society would be better served if Mr. Pritchett were marched to the town square and promptly beheaded. I feel sorry for the unlucky bastard who gets him as a cellmate.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Walk Away by The James Gang. God bless.