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Sunday, October 23

t.o.w. the sore butt

I am still not well.

My butt is crying for the diarrhoea to stop. Its red and sore from all the shitting. Even though I'm using top grade quality asswipe tissue to wipe my asscrack, the attrition and constant abrasion is still taking its toll. I fear for my ass.

I had a good dinner just now. Mushroom Swiss and Chicken Tenders. Some of you shout : "Kenneth! Whyee you fool, whyee!" Well its cos I'm sick of eating porridge and bland shit. The taste in my mouth of the melted cheese warrants another 10 potty visits.

Ahh. I'm too weak to do anything except shit.

Ya k, no sch school. Bye.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:01 PM