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I hope in vain that everyone's ass-ginity is intact after last weekend. It wouldn't be the first time Manfest as given someone a venereal disease I'm sure, but just remember- God is watching.

Once again, it would seem that I am employed, and am currently taking bets on how long I'll last. This time my sleep patterns have earned me a place in Woolworth's nightfill department, and by golly if the images of arranging cans of creamed corn into a gigantic pyramid that's bound to collapse on some passerby doesn't get you excited and moist, nothing will. (I do hope it's a child.)

Currently I'm in desperate need of money after putting a deposit on this and this (terribly over the top I know, but I couldn't pass up those cool straps for $95...), with my eyes set on this once I've started prostituting myself for the fresh food people. The bows hurt my eyes a little, but that's why I own a sewing machine, right? ... Please God don't let me ruin it with a hot glue gun...

While you were reading this my comrades laid eggs in your netherregions.