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| January 4 2002 Friday Didn't wet the bed. Had chips and double cheese baconburger with a fried egg on top for tea, but today is Friday, the day I usually have it. Stinking Higginbottom wants to go fishing this week instead of going to the zoo as usual with his dad, so he's asked me to stand in for him when his dad picks him up on Sunday. I asked him why he didn't just tell his dad not to pick him up this week, but he said if he were to do that his dad would kick off and go on about parental rights and all that shit. I pointed out to Stinking that his dad would know that it was me who was with him and not his own son, but Stinking said he doubted it very much because his dad never looked at him, and that if I farted every five minutes he'd never know the difference. I didn't bother asking Stinking why he farted every five minutes when he was with his dad, when he normally only farts every ten minutes, but it's probably because he doesn't like him. Anyway, as he's one of my best mates I agreed to help him out. |