I prematurely woke-up this morning because I thought I had a dolphin in my room and it was trying to speak to me in dolphin language. If I would have followed a line of logic that I have no body of water in my apartment therefore a dolphin coexisting in the same place is impossible, then I wouldn’t have a headache now. Dolphins can’t walk or open doors — dolphin’s can’t even read English. Watch this; hey dolphins, you guys are useless. Good luck trying to understand any of that, in the meantime I will continue watching Flipper so I can laugh at your Dolphexploitation in modern American cinema.
Anyway, I better head off to the Honda Center so I can nab some of that wonderful press-row food the UFC provides us. While I’m away, you guys should watch King Mo’s KO as commentated by a group of over-caffeinated Brazilians.
Russia on the other hand will continue to be unapologetically Russian.
