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Hey Diary. Its Herold again. What have I told you about calling me Herold, hand?! Its Skip, to you! S-K-I-P! Or Skippy, I guess. Skippy the squirrel. Hm, has a nice ring to it. Sorry, Sal. You've been a good Diary, I think I love you.
Oh, right. So, I should tell you what happened today, huh? I didn't do anything this time, I swear! And don't give me that look, I've only had 4 shots of vodka today. And a couple beers. But don't tell Satan! He'll condemn me to Heaven! Wait..
So anyways, I walked gracefully (stumbled, he means. Shut up hand!)out of my nest to see if there were any new acorns to hoard on branch number 75. And you know who was there, stealing MY acorns off MY beer tree? Samuel May. Ooooh, was I ticked. I tried fighting him for it, but my leg went numb, I seriously thought my foot had fallen off my leg. But I didn't care. There are for MY drunken pleasure. Just mine. Like those pizzas the neighbor's cat ate the other day.. I was gonna fight back, but he scared me. (He was a old cat too, he couldn't of gotten to him *snicker*) Hand, what did I tell you about being mean to me like that?! I'll start punishing you like Professor Umbridge did to Harry Potter!Now she was a hag if I had ever read one. Hey, you only know who she was because I made you copy a couple pages down so you knew what who I was talking about. Back to the story! ..What story? The one about Samuel May? Who? Oh, nevermind. Time to drink some Brandy and read some Dancy Nrew. Byye, Dear Diary. Till next time, Sal! -Herold
IceyCreameh · Fri Jun 22, 2007 @ 11:16am · 3 Comments |
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