That cliche takes on a different hue when every day is the same. I only know it's Saturday because the Korean extortionist nicks me an extra $2.10 for the Globe and Mail.
By the way, does anybody know if there's any truth to the rumour that the "K" in Circle K stands for Korea?
They are tricky people, those Koreans. The Southern ones are mostly OK now, because we've taught them democracy and stuff, but the North? Obviously the stickiest sanctions in history haven't stopped them from developing nuclear weapons. Who can even imagine such a thing? A country so poor that the people eat grass to survive, yet they manage to terrorize us with nuclear weapons.
The people in the north are still pissy about that war they started with us. After we flattened every school, house, workshop, store, temple, factory, and cowshed in the country, they still wouldn't admit the superiority of our way of life. We could have finished them off with a couple of nukes then and there.
Instead, 67 years later they're threatening us with nukes. How ironic.
But I digress.
How do you know what day it is when every day is the same?
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