parkplace's Diaryland Diary

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They Call Him Bond, Stephan Bond

Listening To: Unknown Satellite By some band in which the name I have forgotten. WOOHOO...

Well, I am at school because I have absoultly NO TIME to write an entry this week. I am sorry for such a long delay between entries, but this week has been by far the most busy and crazy week ever in my life.

Anyhoo, on teusday my dad said he would pick me up at my school at 3:45 to go to The Wizard of Oz rehearsal (3 more days until the premier). Enevtually he came 15 minutes late. I asked why and answered "Stephan [my brother] is at the polic station". He said it in a calmm, cool, and collective manner. I was like "WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT IS GOING ON, DID HE SHOTT SOMONE!! HOLY SHIT!!". After I calmed down my dad told me he shop-lifted ten baseball card packs from fucking CVS, bring his total amount that he stole a roaring $6.27. I could have pulled six fucking dollars out of my fucking ass. My brother is a fucking retard when it comes to getting away with stuff. Once, he stole my deoderant and sprayed my deoderant (which is Axe) on him and I couldn't find it at all and all I had to do was use my amazing nostral smelling super-powers to find out where my fucking deoderant was. And he STILL said he didn't have it. So, after he left for school, I searched his room, and found the fucking deoderant under his bed.

What a great place to hide it. No one would find it under his bed. That not-so-sneeky bastard.