No, it's not true!

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 20:54:21 GMT

I refuse to believe it. I refuse. My food, which is stealthily kept in three fridges, had been stolen. And I know who it is. PIERRE FUCKIN' BOUVIER, I'M AFTER YOU. Motherfucker puts his KFC all over my stuff and then uses it for food fetishes. I don't want to know how it was used. I just hope he knows that my vegetarian food isn't meat. Cuz I totally saw you eating my tofu buffalo wings. Fatass. How do you use bacon in sex? Lube grease? No...I don't want to know. Where is Billy? I need him :(. My shopping spree can only go so far. And David thinks he's got the money. If he knew Pierre's monthly spending on KFC, he's be singing a different tune. But I have the invitation to that exclusive fashion show with all those great freebies.

Fine, I don't actually have it, but Bert does, and I can latch onto him. He's so drugged and drunk he'll never notice. But I win!

I'm off to talk to Billy, as there's a big Herpes scare going on with Bert and Gerard. I'm not sure if we should go back into hiding, as Pierre will ultimately get stoned enough to not notice that he's fucking Gerard, not David. Herpes scare may be solved with donuts and KFC, which I don't want to witness. Goodbye.

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