(I'm dumber than a dolphin.)
Yesterday, I had strange Korean soup for dinner. The main ingredient was the leg of a cow. My vittles also came with rice and translucent noodles. I didn't enjoy the meal. The stew was just a little too ethnic for my taste. But I kept my mouth shut.
The Dragon Lady slaved and slaved to make that crap. It literally took 24 hours to cook. So what's a husband to do? I ate as much as I could with a stupid-looking grin on my face. I try not to complain. Poor old Smith has a wonderful attitude.
My wife told me that the average IQ of a dolphin is 80. I grew depressed. My IQ is only 120. Perhaps I should be swimming in a tank at Sea World waiting for teenagers to throw me fish.
Jim studied Korean. He didn't listen to a word his mother said. But I kept my cool. I feel sorry for Jim. His father's as dumb as a freaking fish. The poor child is screwed. Sadly, the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.
I watched Vikings. This week's episode features lots and lots of human sacrifice. No kidding. Watching men being ritually murdered freaks me out. Nevertheless, I highly recommend the series. Vikings is unforgettable.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. And why not? Being a dirty nihilist isn't any fun. Smith needs a code.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper.
A seventy-year-old gentleman in Seoul kissed two elementary school girls on the cheek. Then he told them that he loved them. The police nailed the old bastard with a six thousand dollar fine. Serves him right. Keep your lips off the kiddies unless they're your grandchildren.
I turned on Fox News. The Boston bombers are still capturing the headlines. The youngest brother is alive. He'll be tried in a federal court and given the death penalty.
I'm against capital punishment--even for dirty Muslim terrorists. Rough justice is an evolutionary hangover. Plus the sinners aren't afforded the proper time required to repent for their misdeeds.
Remember this, my friends. Moses, King David, and Saint Paul have one thing in common. They're murderers who atoned for their crimes. The Lord loves us all--even the bloodstained.
It's almost five p.m. I'm knackered.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.