(Karl Rove can go take a flying screw at a rolling donut.)
Yesterday, I had to take my automobile to a mechanic. He replaced the muffler and exhaust pipe. The bill came to $160. I can't complain. It's a very reasonable price. The car I drive is thirteen-years-old. It used to belong to my father-in-law. I'm expecting it to finally crap-out in the near future.
I drove home and made bacon for dinner. I bought the pork at Emart. I like pork. It's cheap and tasty. The meal turned out wonderful. My eldest son raved about the flavor. I'm becoming quite the chef. Perhaps I'm half-a-fag. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. The experience was marvelous.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy misanthrope. I thanked The Savior for my many blessings. Both my children are healthy. Furthermore, I've never worn an adult diaper. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Chad.
I went to bed at 9 p.m. I dreamed about Burger King. I had to defecate, but I was afraid to use the restaurant's facilities. Finally, I got up from my table and did my business. James Gandolfini applauded my efforts. No kidding.
I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A former sex-slave is flying to Washington to tell her story to the powers-that-be. Many Korean women were forced into brothels during World War II by the Japanese. It was their job to entertain the soldiers.
I turned on CNN. Karl Rove met with movers and shakers on an island off the coast of Georgia. Paul Ryan also attended. These elite assholes are trying to find a way to stop Trump. Well, I've got some bad news. The Donald has just won Mississippi and Michigan. So Mr. Rove and his hot-shot friends can go take a flying screw at a rolling donut.
Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.