I heard through the grapevine that the Press Secretary finished his first day of flying lessons at Camp Voliya. Every day of his lessons is a day less of him serving me. I decided to send him a text summoning him to my farmstead
*Private Journal Entry* My apartment smells like a fucking greenhouse because of Lockcock's constant pot use. He is using because of his PTSD from being left on the whipping post for 6 months. I want this mentally ill motherfucker out of my apartment. W