At that moment I thought maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to win, and I regretted it a bit. But he had said it was a serious race, so I decided I wasn't wrong in winning. Until then nobody else had ever won a contest against Kim Jong Il.
...but fortunately escapes unflayed:
A month later he once again challenged me to a race. However, this time at the starting line I was surprised to see that he had traded his old Jet Ski for a much larger one. With a different engine capacity there was no way I could win.
The worst was yet to come:
The liquor cellar also had a karaoke set, a piano, and a round table that could seat fifteen or sixteen people. There, I remember, we often sang together the Japanese song "The Bride in Seto."
I knew it. I've always suspected karaoke would only appeal to the sadistic mind of a freaky, paranoid, bloodthirsty dictator. Had to be.
The wack-job almost makes the Democratic candidates seem sane and sober. Almost. I'm hoping for a 2 hour special on Food TV.
