Dear journal

Dear journal

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I've started to bald at age 16.

IT'S BEEN

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>I asked Patti not to come to school tomorrow. She's scared, and I don't think she understands, but it's for the best. I don't want her to get hurt, but I won't let anyone stand in my way now. Everyone is going to pay.

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry"

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the school shooting episode being released the day after columbine was fucked up

>Dear Journal, today I went on the internet and found a website called Any Forums. I'm still new to this internet thing but I'm pretty sure I have autism.

>i cant read

>only 1 in 100 people know what I'm referencing anymore
Think bigger

Dear Journal,
Why does Mr. Dink always tell me that there were more dead in the camps every time we talk about it? First it was 2 million, then 6, and now 8. Even stranger, he keeps trying to convince me it would be fun and really spice up our love life to watch Skeeter make love to Patti. What's wrong with Mr. Dink, Journal?

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what if a hand holding a gun slowly appeared and shot him in the back of the head

You and your references aren't important enough for people to care. I'm sorry to give you the bad news.

I think it would be funnier if it were Doug nonchalantly killing himself.

Wow you guys should be comedy writers.

That episode where Skeeter shot Patty in the chest with a 6 shooter because he wanted Doug all to himself

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I live in a Bluffington prison. A skeeter runs my prison. In prison, the skeeter tries to torment me. We can take away his comics by honking, every day. In about 2000, I masturbated fantacizing about my sister, Judy. She looks like The Beets' Wendy Nespah! In 1995, at my sister's poetry recital, I stuck my crotch on the feather duster because I was QuailMan. In 1995, I tried to get Porkchop to lick my dick. From 1998-2003, I fantacized about leading a gang like Durango Doug, of Beat-boxers or Bullies? That was dumb because they're skeeters. In 2003, I played tag with a Bluff about 7-years-old. She reached for my crotch. In high school, in the library, Chalky and I said 'bangin' or 'big' as a way of evaluating girls. In 1998, I cheated on my SAT by going as Jack Bandit during the break -- two problems. On 9/9/1999, I killed a Bluffington skeeter on purpose with my belt. :-) In 1998, when I was 12, I babysat Betty's kids. I changed into tights because I thought that was being professional. In 1989, when I was about age five, my sister, Judy, put my penis in a beret. In 1991, when I was about age seven, my neighbor, Mr. Dink, got me high on gas fumes and I sucked his werewolf dick. Mrs. Wingo had an oddly round ass. Mr. Klotz at Bloatsburg had an oddly round ass. Distracting? At about age five, Roger Klotz and I touched dicks to each other's assholes.

What do we do all day?

We beat the skeeter because the skeeter cannot understand what a lucky hat is.

We beat the skeeter because the skeeter thinks his brain accidentally coffee.

We beat the skeeter because he thinks apodictic is a real word.

this, but unironically

>With Mom and Dad gone for the weekend Judy invited Roger over. I can hear them going at it for the 3rd time this evening.

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>DAT ASS WAZ PHAT
Kek

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