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Rehab Chronicles Chapter 2: John Travolta's Vomit
Sunday, December 12
 An old diary entry, 06.06.2006 Dear Diary, the food tastes like John Travolta’s vomit. I mean, I don’t know how John Travolta’s vomit tastes like, but if I would know how John Travolta’s vomit tastes like, I would probably come to the conclusion, that it tastes like this so-called food we get here. I miss my peanut butter, motherfucker! I haven’t slept for 3 days, because Amy Winehouse was constantly bangin’ her head against the wall screaming ” I said NOOOO NOOOO NOOOO…I won’t GOOO GOOO GOOO”, until I yelled “Just write a song about it and shut the fuck up”. I had no sex since the Second World War aka 3 days, because the only person I wanted to have sex with, aka Lindsay Lohan, was constantly pulling her shirt over her head yelling: “I’M THE GREAT CORNHOLIO, I NEED T.P. FOR MY BUNGHOLE”. Am I in rehab, or in hell? To be continued… |