JOURNAL OF PETER GRIFFIN
Authors Note: I'm sorry to say that this will be the last Journal of Peter Griffin for awhile due to the fact that I have so many other stories to catch up on but relax it will return.
Dear Diary,
Today I write you a poem.
Roses are red Violets are brown; I don't like causing trouble in my town. People think that I will set them on fire it only happened once because I was carrying an electric wire. I will change and shine its not like I'm on pot…all the time. My daughter Meg complains of how were not rich wow my kid is sure a bitch. People think our son Chris has a problem we always say a prayer, he's not stupid just because he tried to keep a sandwich cool in the CD player. Stewie is a little to smart its funny his head Is huge but his body is the size of a poptart. Lois…I can't think of anything that rhymes with Lois and ah I'm going to bed.
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