Asks Internet...what else is there to talk about? IDK...easy week. Cake week. Rules, rules, rules. F'ing, one of the last seven left out of the competition..roooockin'"
Counts to himself: 7, 8...ho ho ho ho.
Jessica...no, she didn't.
Dustins a f'ing idiot, Jens a f'ing bitch. Glad they're both gone. (Heavy sigh)
It's kind of like when diarreah stops...you're so glad that it ends.
Says he's gonna try to go to bed Checks the washer, trying to figure out what it;s doing.
Goes inside...looks at cam says, "Don't touch Zachs socks" (?)
In WC....comes out of stall, washes hands...om his way to bed, done for the night. But first...has to let out a semi-long burp.
(ed.: Learning from Dick, again... lol)
(ETA:)
Ah, thought he was done..but wait. He blew his nose in his t-shirt and threw it on the ground. (lol)...a little more f*ck this f*ck that...now lights out, in bed..
:::Evel dreams, Dick....::: |
