I almost vomited when I drank rotten milk. I spent quite a bit of time in the library.

Javier and me have to watch Dick Tracy in the next two days.

I had dinner at Julie's house. We had macaroni and cheese and Stove Top stuffing. Her car is small, black, and soft. It is like a shuttle craft and the Batmobile.

I cannot draw anymore. Last Tuesday, I saw Beck in Atlanta. I rammed my foot into the door the day before, and my small toenail came off.

The bats of Satan asked me to enlist in his army, and I said, dudes, how much is he paying you.