Oh, How I Long For What I Don't Have
It was harder to get the guard to let me use the computer this time. Bubba got involved. Bubba is rough around my edges but he can slip it in good sometimes. Ahem, Well, As for me, I have to face the Counsel on my "mass murdering" and my "plotting against america". Whatever, I love americans! They have good whores. Another terrorist came into the prison today, started screaming about his "monkey butt love". I don't know what that is, Bubba calls it rump rompin'. Well Osama, how I wish I were still with you. Making plans to buy, sell, and make the bombs. Planning with Kim Jon Ill. We love that guy he's HI-larious. Always talking about Korea and his asian dreams, we all know Koreans don't have souls! Gosh he makes me laugh, him and his "high society" antics, always mowing his lawn and collecting his art. Why not just put your country in debt so everything becomes cheaper and life becomes meaningless like mine and Osama's? Oh Osama, how I miss caressing your soft, prickly beard, and those darling full of shit eyes. They make my heart melt, reform, then melt again. We will be together, I promise. I saw your comment and am overjoyed at the possibilty of you waiting for me! I have no choice to give myself to Bubba while i'm here though, He had a guy gang rapped and killed her a few weeks ago when he refused to "lift his weight". I'm going to go now. We have to go out in the courtyard now. BYE