Dear Diary,
I finally got out of jail, but I kinda broke out instead. I couldn't wait any longer! jail was boring and horrible, the dinner is like a mixture of space and military food. if I waited any longer I would of gone crazy. Well now that I'm back home it all right, we talked about whats been going on until my wife said how I was going to be released any ways. I was sooo mad at that. But it gets worse, a sheriff comes and Im not ready to got to jail but it turns out that if I go back I will be released. I don't know if this a trap or not but I go for it but get house arrested anyways but I broke of my electric collar thing which made me go back to jail, What a pain.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Dairy entry #2
Dear Diary,
Today When I was being pushed by my friend Bull a boy and a hillbilly walked past and Jasper Jr. yelled some very unpleasant things to the boy and the hillbilly stopped suddenly and turned around as fast as a cheetah and that's when I knew something big was about to happen. I knew it from the bottom of my dented, greenish crud infested motor. From my non-existing ear I hear the boy try to convince him to back off but the hillbilly kept coming like a angry train. He pedaled up to Jasper and looked him straight in the eye. He was very mad, But good thing bull blocked there path or else there wood of been some kung-fu karate action fighting. The hillbilly asked," What was it you said, boy?" and of course with Jasper's stubborn attitude said," I wasn't talkin' to you". "He was talking to me. Honest" Noah said. You could tell from his wimpy voice that he didn't want Trouble in the main highway because everyone would see. But the hillbilly didn't give up. He told Jasper that he had a potty mouth like his dad and then threatened to knock out all his teeth before he turns 18. Bull pleaded that Jasper didn't mean anything. The hillbilly told him aggressively to shut-up. The hillbilly told Jasper to apologize to him and his friend. The boy seemed disguised by this. Then Jasper apologized to him only and not Jasper which made bull yell that the boys father had sunk his boat and the hillbilly said like I care. then he had the decency to put his big disgusting foot with the smell of a thousand skunk on me than thrashed me down a big hill untill my insides toppled all over the asphalt floor making my gray gushy fluid go every where and ontop of that, no one picked me up and left.
Today When I was being pushed by my friend Bull a boy and a hillbilly walked past and Jasper Jr. yelled some very unpleasant things to the boy and the hillbilly stopped suddenly and turned around as fast as a cheetah and that's when I knew something big was about to happen. I knew it from the bottom of my dented, greenish crud infested motor. From my non-existing ear I hear the boy try to convince him to back off but the hillbilly kept coming like a angry train. He pedaled up to Jasper and looked him straight in the eye. He was very mad, But good thing bull blocked there path or else there wood of been some kung-fu karate action fighting. The hillbilly asked," What was it you said, boy?" and of course with Jasper's stubborn attitude said," I wasn't talkin' to you". "He was talking to me. Honest" Noah said. You could tell from his wimpy voice that he didn't want Trouble in the main highway because everyone would see. But the hillbilly didn't give up. He told Jasper that he had a potty mouth like his dad and then threatened to knock out all his teeth before he turns 18. Bull pleaded that Jasper didn't mean anything. The hillbilly told him aggressively to shut-up. The hillbilly told Jasper to apologize to him and his friend. The boy seemed disguised by this. Then Jasper apologized to him only and not Jasper which made bull yell that the boys father had sunk his boat and the hillbilly said like I care. then he had the decency to put his big disgusting foot with the smell of a thousand skunk on me than thrashed me down a big hill untill my insides toppled all over the asphalt floor making my gray gushy fluid go every where and ontop of that, no one picked me up and left.
Dairy entry #1
Dear Diary,
Coral Queen Here. Today I sunk to Davy Jones locker.And I'm going to express my angry and fear to you oh wonderful diary. It was a peaceful night with all the rich folks gambling and stuffing there faces at my buffet. My father Dusty Muleman seemed pretty happy with the amount of people on board. It was always packed but today seemed like an unusually heavy load. Good thing I didn't have to actually have to move. Usually, boats like me go out to sea 3 miles beyond the state boundaries for it to be legal to gamble, but Dusty says I'm special so I don't have to move. I've heard from other boats that when the weather is rough passenger throw up multi colored chunks of un-known stuff all every where. So I'm lucky. If it wasn't for my uncles, the Indians with very hard names, I wouldn't even be hear right now. Every one knows that only people who have ancestors who lived in America before the pilgrims arrived are allowed to run casinos in Florida. I was almost forced to travel the open sea to gamble until my uncles showed up with the legendary suited warriors with brief cases with a thousand tricks with them. They fiercely fought for my father to own with the Indians custody of me.
in the end the warriors won. Well back to the sinking. It was early in the morning when an Eco maniac started my engine, untied the rope and forced me to move from my special spot to the mouth of the basin. Then he cut the hose and disconnected the bilge pumps then dived overboard, watching me drown to to Davy Jones locker.
Coral Queen Here. Today I sunk to Davy Jones locker.And I'm going to express my angry and fear to you oh wonderful diary. It was a peaceful night with all the rich folks gambling and stuffing there faces at my buffet. My father Dusty Muleman seemed pretty happy with the amount of people on board. It was always packed but today seemed like an unusually heavy load. Good thing I didn't have to actually have to move. Usually, boats like me go out to sea 3 miles beyond the state boundaries for it to be legal to gamble, but Dusty says I'm special so I don't have to move. I've heard from other boats that when the weather is rough passenger throw up multi colored chunks of un-known stuff all every where. So I'm lucky. If it wasn't for my uncles, the Indians with very hard names, I wouldn't even be hear right now. Every one knows that only people who have ancestors who lived in America before the pilgrims arrived are allowed to run casinos in Florida. I was almost forced to travel the open sea to gamble until my uncles showed up with the legendary suited warriors with brief cases with a thousand tricks with them. They fiercely fought for my father to own with the Indians custody of me.
in the end the warriors won. Well back to the sinking. It was early in the morning when an Eco maniac started my engine, untied the rope and forced me to move from my special spot to the mouth of the basin. Then he cut the hose and disconnected the bilge pumps then dived overboard, watching me drown to to Davy Jones locker.
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