September 9, 2003
Ah what can I say about michael... Me and him worked at the movie theatre together back in high school. He was fun to work with, always cracking jokes and picking his crack. It's been a while I guess. After I pulled him into my dreams and Freddy got him, I started waking up in the middle of the night with terrible gas. I'd run into the bathroom to fart and then stand there, in a daze, saying to myself, I don't fart.
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September 8, 2003
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September 5, 2003
I remember the first day I met Mike. I was awoken to a rustling sound in the Holly Bushes & Rose Garden outside my bedroom window. I peeked out and to my shocking surprise I saw him taking a dump in my prized Bogonas!
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