(Let's put Jared to death.)
Yesterday, I prepared jumbo shrimp for dinner. I bought the seafood at Emart. I cooked them with liberal amounts of salt and oil. They came out all pink and juicy and delicious. I also ate six strips of thick Emart bacon. Then I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. The experience was marvelous.
I watched the game between the Doosan Bears and the Samsung Lions. The Bears won 4-3. Doosan needs one more victory to win the championship. I'm quite disappointed. The Lions have gone ice cold at the plate. Their big guns are doing absolutely nothing. Oh well. They've won three consecutive championships. Perhaps it's time for new blood.
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 thanked Jesus for my many blessings. I try to stay positive because things could always be worse. I'm just happy that I wasn't born in the Republic of Chad.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on CNN. I heard former Subway spokesman Jared Fogle talking dirty over the phone about children. His conversation was both explicit and disturbing. I often wonder if men like Mr. Fogle should be put to death. He's certainly a danger to society, and the world would be much better without him. So why not put a bullet in his brain? Just a thought.
I read the paper later in the day. Forty percent of married Korean couples speak less than thirty minutes a day. Sounds good to me. I hate talking to the Dragon Lady. Her constant rage just gives me a headache. Maybe the majority of Asian women are uptight and unpleasant. I don't know.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's What's This Life For by Creed. God bless.