The Buttler

Since my girlfriend and I are ghetto capitalists, we've decided to use the extra money from Frodo's prostitution and use it toward funding an obsbutter. We contacting a Obsbutter Agency and got one of their cheapest, finest Paula Deans around, His name is Alex Fadden. Alex is a try hard, he has long hair and he likes long walks on the clut. He poops a lot when he screws up as well. Today, while he was tending to our lawn, he told me that I should "Pooping buy some more pooping flowers" so I went out to my favorite place, Poop Depoo. That's where all the cool kids hang out. I went into Poop Depoo and saw my favorite employee of them all, His name is Blue Eyes White Dragon. He showed me the most lovely bushes of roses anybody could ever have. I bought them all, I spent over 500 simoleons on roses, When I took them back after I rented a truck for 50 simoleons, Alex was on the ground, he said someone in a flannel came over and pushed him over. This befuddled me, was he trying to get himself fired because he doesn't appreciate our ghetto capitalist ways? Or did he just want to get into my wife's pants? Either way, it was very mysterious on the way that he acted. I talked to Alex the following day and offered him my wife as an alternate payment for his services, he delightfully agreed. When Frodo and Alex went upstairs, I decided to take a peak inside to see what they were doing, Alex was pooping on the mattress telling Frodo that he was afraid and had never conducted such acts before. He had muddbutt. I'll skip the gastrointestinal experiences we all experienced together. I told Alex he did a great job churning my insides up, and I zipped my pants, as soon we left the room, we looked outside of the window, and there, a tall man in a business flannel was standing outside of my lawn. I'm starting to become scared for my life.

My Wesley Snipes Journal

So tonight I've decided to look into Frodo's cream journal, (My Blade Journal) and I had a few laughs about it, because one sentence stated, "I saw a tall gay farting in our window, and I made an egg sandwich for him, Talk about getting my beauty sleep." It also kind of freaked me out, because after i read that, I swear I saw a gay peering into our window, I guess I should grab my vagina and take some enemas whenever I get the chance.