September 18, 2006 - Monday
A Hitler Day 10
"Dear Diary,
Sporadic and bad sleep last night. Evil twisted dreams of being chased by gypsy degenerates and retards who wanted to eat my head which had changed into a comquat after morphing consecutively from a carrot and a brussel sprout. Must look into means of a deeper sleep. Rubbing my penis until it spits out Aryan Fire doesn't relax me as it used to. Ava's strange and unnerving babbling about the Austrian hill's being alive with the sound of music does not help either.
Got my testicle caught in a musical.
Mental note: Bash Brussels"
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