Well someone read my diary.
I think it was the kid.
I wouln't put it past him.
The way he always asks me to play Backgammon- it's creepy.
So I spyed on him for a while, but then I got bored.
So, I decided to work on my master plan for the evening.
First, I needed some basic ingredients- dynamite, guns, a rocket laucher, citric acid..ect.
Then I remembered, craphole Island doesn't have citric acid!
My plan would need some ajusting. I went out to find my ingredients:
For the dinamite- since the dentist wouldn't let me have any - I got three sausegages and bound them up with liqourice. For the guns- I stole some of the kids black lego pieces and got constructing,
For the rocket launcher, I attatched a bottle to three peices of wood, and drew a lightning bolt on it, and for the citric actid, I squeezed up a lemon.
Maybe my things might not work, but they look good!
I lugged all my things over to the Black Rock that no-one goes to.
Then I waited for someone to come by.
My diobolical plan was nearly ready! (Here I laughed mescheviously!)
