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July6,03........................................................................................................I would like to tell you a little bit about myself. I'm married now, but when I was younger I lived in California for a few years. It was awesome; this huge apartment right on the beach. And I lived with two girls. One was this moody opinionated bitch, Janet. The other girl had a heart of pure gold...and a head of pure spam, Chrissy.It was a great little life I had going there, my best friend Larry even had an apartment above mine.Oh the parties that we had. The superintendants of the building were this really nosey old couple the Roepers. Mrs Roeper was this huge mountain of a woman that whined almost as much as she ate. Mr Roeper was a squirrelly old basterd who was always coming up to my apartment to check out the girls. I can't tell you how many times I caught him sniffin panties and whacking off. It sure was a wonderful life I was leading and then out of the blue the Roepers left and this crazy old fuck Farley took over. Things just went to hell. We didn't get along at all I think he thought that I was gay (fuckhead Larry probabely told him that)but he just kept staring at my balls all the time. He'd always make excuses to come hang out in our apartment with Janet and Chrissy. I remember one night I came home after a long night of drinking forties in the hood and I wandered into Chrissy's room hoping to rip a piece off as she slept.You know the crazy things we do when we've been drinking. Anyways so in my drunken state I slide George Bush Jr into that fine little brainless ass and go to work, in the the process I do the old reach around and in my warrbled mind I 'm thinking "man is her clit swollen" The light flicks on, I turn to see Chrissy and Janet standing in the doorway and it turns out I'd been giving good old Mr Farley the what for. Oh, the hijinx that I got into in my youth ............ ....................................................... July 5,03............................................. This morning I woke in a haze after a long night of watching two mexican midgets (Pablo and Horhay) um I mean little people fight for shots of tequilla (Horhay won 13-11). In my drunken stooper I proceeded to eat pizza that had fallen on the ground and what I can only assume was half of an inexpensive size nine loafer. To close off my adventure I spent the wee hours of the mornings huddled in my neighbours bushes painting there walls as I peaked through the window to observe old Mr Shmidt the three hundred pound loveable neighbourhood know-it-all squeezing out a loaf-er of his own. In case you were wondering for a man his size he is one helluva pusher.