Chapter Five - Welcome Back Mofo
My breath got caught in my throat as I stared into the sympathetic eyes of the Rock.
Goddamn did I miss this crazy ass mofo. How have I survived like three years without him? I must be Jesus or something.
I want to be the Putin to his Obama.
The Osama to Obama.
The Vic to Obama
The Michelle to Obama.
The Obama to Obama.
I want to be his gay lover.
Let me be his gay lover.
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Oct 21st, 2005
I got really awkward today and left to be honest.
My cat gave birth today to four beautiful kits by the names of Rusty, Millie, Daisy, and Tiny. Two boys and two girls. It was just what we'd wanted.
Except, without her.
But that's fine! Someday the Rock will move in I'm sure and we will be in love having hot gay sex on the kitchen table and taking care of my glorious four kits that I've already come to love so much.
Anyways.. this ain't a story it's a goddamn diary.
Today the Rock was the doctor at McDonald's Hospital (WHERE MY FUCKING BEAUTIFUL KITS WERE BORN ---> PICTURE HERE)! He hugged me after Susan died.
The Rock had fuckin' kissed my forehead today and whispered in my ear before he left to do his job: "Talk ogre to me"
When the hell did he become acquired to be a doctor.
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the royal smackdown
HumorPoor boy John Cena loses his job, then his wife, and then the only thing left of his wife. He has to go on an adventure with a familiar sex beast to get them back.
