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| December 4 2001 Tuesday Wet the bed again. I think it's beginning to work because today my mother showed me some affection and understanding when she gave me my favourite meal for my tea, chips and double cheese baconburger with a fried egg on top, because I usually only get it on Fridays. Resigned to the fact that I'm not going to be able to get a girl to wear her knickers on her head in order to start a new fashion, I considered doing it myself, and I was just trying a pair of my mother's on my head and was looking in the mirror to see what I looked like when my dad walked in! He hit the roof when he saw me. He grabbed hold of me, shook me, and called me a bent little get. I said "What do you expect from somebody who's father is an air hostess?" Then he hit me. Hard. Now he says he's going to take me to the doctors to ask him what's wrong with me. The doctor already thinks that I'm seriously weird for going to see him about my small dick, so when he finds out that I wear my mother's knickers on my head Christ knows what he'll think. I am more pissed off than Cartman! |
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