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April 3, 1003--
Dear Diary,
Today I was playing my Gameboy Advance when I realized that I was sweeter than everyone in the entire world. I ate some quiche and went downstairs where I found Nicky and Alex pooping all over the living room. I took the poop and rubbed it in Danny Tanner's eyes. He really didn't fight back, cause he's a big wuss and he is afraid of baby poop. I worked out on my BOW-FLEX and my NORDICTRAC, and I checked myself out in the mirror. My pecs were friggin' ginormus. After I worked out, I put on my pants and hopped on my hog and rode down to I.H.O.P. where I enjoyed some delectable "Stuffed French Toast." Then, I went to Tijuana, where I partied with SNOW and INXS. They were pretty sweet, but not as sweet as me. We went to a karaoke bar and sang "BOOMBASTIC" and "POWER OF LOVE." When we tried to cross the border to come back to the states, the federales gave us crap. So, I beat them up and took over Mexico. Now, its mine. I'm gonna change the name of Mexico to "Judge Dredd comes here to party." That should elevate the tourism industry like crazy. I came back late, and drunk, and Becky pleaded with me to stop partying. I looked at her, deep in the eyes, and reminded her that she was lucky to be married to me...err, rather, lucky that I LET her be married to me. She apologized for being retarded and made me some beef jerky. I ate it, and she did the dishes. Then I went to bed while she knitted me socks.
Your Friend,
Uncle Jesse
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Dear Diary,
Today I was playing my Gameboy Advance when I realized that I was sweeter than everyone in the entire world. I ate some quiche and went downstairs where I found Nicky and Alex pooping all over the living room. I took the poop and rubbed it in Danny Tanner's eyes. He really didn't fight back, cause he's a big wuss and he is afraid of baby poop. I worked out on my BOW-FLEX and my NORDICTRAC, and I checked myself out in the mirror. My pecs were friggin' ginormus. After I worked out, I put on my pants and hopped on my hog and rode down to I.H.O.P. where I enjoyed some delectable "Stuffed French Toast." Then, I went to Tijuana, where I partied with SNOW and INXS. They were pretty sweet, but not as sweet as me. We went to a karaoke bar and sang "BOOMBASTIC" and "POWER OF LOVE." When we tried to cross the border to come back to the states, the federales gave us crap. So, I beat them up and took over Mexico. Now, its mine. I'm gonna change the name of Mexico to "Judge Dredd comes here to party." That should elevate the tourism industry like crazy. I came back late, and drunk, and Becky pleaded with me to stop partying. I looked at her, deep in the eyes, and reminded her that she was lucky to be married to me...err, rather, lucky that I LET her be married to me. She apologized for being retarded and made me some beef jerky. I ate it, and she did the dishes. Then I went to bed while she knitted me socks.
Your Friend,
Uncle Jesse
:::The preceding was an actual journal entry courtesy of www.wwujd.com.....I highly endorse it and suggest you check it out:::