*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
Since I don't feel like I was properly thanked and honored for my help crushing the L.O.S.E.R.S, I went ahead and picked up that Porsche I deserve. It's even yellow, like sunshine! 🌞
