iPilot
Stupid diary. Carly gave me you for a "starting the show present." Could she have thought of a worse present? She could have got me ham, a robot that massages my feet, or a portable bed. Well maybe not the robot or the bed. But she could have at least got momma some meat! What am I even supposed to do with you? I'm not going to be one of those soppy girls that carry round their diary and write down their "intermost feelings". No. This is my diary for writing down the interesting life of Sam Puckett. Well maybe not so interesting. Let's write about my day. So... I ate some ham, had a nap and picked on Frednub. That's pretty much it. Seriously though, if Freddork doesn't want to be picked on, then why does he act so nubby?