Smokin' with Logan

[Zeltak]

[font=Palatino Linotype]February 20, 818 AS
Eight entry.

[color=#FFFFFF]Dear diary,

Wooohooo!

I didn't frickin' realize this 'ole cardamin' thing was a real-deal until I saw it happenin' in front of my frickin' eyes.

Oh yeah! Those freaky things just keep comin' to me like it was frickin' raining cardamin'.

But I tell ya', today's shipment was a close one. The idiot, who now by the way demands me to call him "Doc", like he was a frickin' doctor! More like a goddamn jinx bringin' bad luck like it was his frickin' shadow.

Aaanyways, what I was about to say, is that "Doc" thought it would be a funny move to do the 'ole swap next to a frickin' trade-lane. Bein' the only guy with an egg for a head among us, it was my duty to inform Mr. Wise-Guy-I-know-everythin' that we ran the risk of gettin' caught more easily than me sleepin' with Chrissy-babe. And then it's pretty frickin' easy, I tell ya' that.

Ya' may be wonderin', so what the hell did Mr. Wise-Guy-I-know-everythin' reply? Well, him bein'
Mr. Wise-Guy-I-know-everythin' said in a I-know-everythin' tone that he knows everythin'! So I should just shut up and do the frickin' trade.

I just came for the juice anyways, so what the heck.

As usual "Doc" wanted a sample of my tissues. I feel sorry for all those manly Logan-cells bein' given away to a sissy-boy like him. But for the juice, even those Logan-cells would be willin' to take one for the team.

Hehe, as those cardamin'-sniffers say, even Logan is gettin' a piece of the "Orange Dream".