once in a rare long while (like on the third consecutive
equinox moon) the frothing wildman and the murderface find themselves squatting in a secret room.
hey man, shit happens when you party naked. Fuck, fuckety, fuck fuck fuck.nO BANdeR YOU CANt put that there.
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every day is the greatest day of my life. how? because i make each day better than the last..
Wait until they see whats in my trench coat. hehehehehehe
Jade is finally coming back and im scared...
The 849ers is my single most meaningful acomplishment. i AM Very proud to call each and every one of those people my friend. One day maybe theyll see ms ink...
Today i decided to go out to the back forty and try life living on the creek.... during flood season.. I found myself but smacked with a torrential flood whilst i stood in the midst of it wearing just shorts wielding my staff and I screamed to the heavens, "You'll never take me alive god!!!" then hilariously and sadly enough about fifteen minutes later virtually everything i own was washed away myself included. After one hell of an adventure reclaiming my quarterstaff and entrenching shovel I finally made it back to base. I am now wearing a red and black tunic sitting in the the secret room we gentlemen crafted for ourselves thinking to myself... Fuck today but man that was fun.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of a Frothing Madman
Non-FictionA collection of a madman's deepest thoughts... also with lots of insanity sprinkled in between the deep bits. Enjoy!
