Dear Diary

I had a wierd (weird) dream last night. Classic and I were . . . well . . . diong (doing) it. But next to us was a miror (mirror) and instead of shoing (showing) me and Classic it shoed (showed) Infirm in my place and Lust in Classic's. When I looked to my outher (other) side Mom was there with Fresh. All she did was covr (cover) her eyes and shake her head. After that Fresh just said "Ya dirty bunch'a siners." (sinners) I avoided eye contakt (contact) with Mom for almost three ours (hours) when I woke up.

(Karma's note: Why is he such a bad speller!? This was really weird and hilarious.)