Yesterday, I watched The Godfather on Netflix while at work. I know that makes me sound like a shitty employee, but there were extenuating circumstances. The semester is rapidly coming to a close and winter vacation is right around the corner. Therefore, I don't have much to do. I'm basically just killing time until February rolls around.
Anyway, I started getting emotional as I viewed the film. I even had to wipe tears away with a Kleenex. Although The Godfather is my all-time favorite, it suddenly dawned on me that most of the original cast members have passed away, and this knowledge made me feel old. In fact, I'll be sixty in five short years. So it won't be long until I'm dead and buried, too.
I called Rice-Boy Larry on my smartphone.
I said, "Hi, son. How's Dolly doing?"
He said, "She's OK."
"Did she go to the bathroom yet?"
"Yeah, Dolly took a dump about 30 minutes ago, and I flushed it down the toilet."
"Good man. Did she do her business on the pad?"
"Yup."
"Fantastic!"
Like most people who call Seoul home, I live in a small apartment. Therefore, it's important for your furry children to know where to use the toilet. If they aren't trained properly, your humble abode will soon smell like a nasty zoo.
Later that day, I ate lunch in my classroom. I consumed four tangerines and three raw eggs. I'm on a strict diet in an effort to shed unsightly fat. My ass is the size of a bus, and my belly hangs over my stretchy pants in a most unflattering manner. So far, I've lost 16 pounds. But the going is getting slow. I've only managed to maintain my weight over the last ten days. Perhaps I'm drinking too much sugary coffee. I really don't know what the problem is.
I called the Dragon Lady at 2 p.m.
I said, "How did you do on your exam?"
She said, "How I know? Dey not give me da glade. Dey tell me in two week."
"Well, what was your impression of the test?"
"Implession? Are you stoopid? Test not easy. It so hard. Maybe I pass. Maybe I fail."
"Well, good luck."
She hung up the phone without saying goodbye. What a harpy.
I've been married to my Korean wife for nearly 24 years, and she really hates my guts. In fact, the woman is never nice to me. But I do my best to remain pleasant for the sake of the children.
The Dragon Lady wants to be a teacher in the future. To that end, she's going to school in order to become a certified Korean instructor. Surprisingly, lots of foreigners are learning this language. K-pop and K-dramas are popular all over the world. This is fueling interest in both the language and the culture.
I got home at 6 p.m. and went straight to my room. Then I watched the game between the New Orleans Saints and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I lived in New Orleans for many years back when I was a young man. It's one of the worst cities on the entire planet. High crime. Poverty. Limited opportunity. Lots of drugs. Nevertheless, I remain committed to the local sports teams.
The Saints lost. They blew a 13-point lead with only six minutes remaining on the clock. Tom Brady stuck a dagger right through the team's heart with a touchdown pass on the final play of the contest.
Before going to bed, I turned on American Horror Story season 11. I viewed episode two as I sat by my lonesome in the dark. The depiction of the homosexual characters in this series is quite shocking. One could even call it hateful. They seem to live merely for sex and drugs and alcohol. Plus regular coitus within the confines of a monogamous relationship simply isn't enough for them. They can't perform unless they're doing something extremely weird and kinky with multiple sex partners.
The creator of the series is a gay man named Ryan Murphy. If a straight guy had produced this smut, he would have been run out of Hollywood by all the woke libtards in Tinsel Town. Mr. Murphy seems to be filled with a lot of self-loathing. And I don't mean this in a bad way. Lots of famous artists absolutely detest their very own existence. Take Kafka as an example. Now that was a miserable son of a gun.
American Horror Story season 11 is nothing but pornographic filth. Yet I'm loving every minute of it. In fact, I can't pull my eyes from the screen. So what does that say about me?
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