Hello. I'm Kuma.
You're probably wondering why Tony isn't writing. It's simple, really. We egged people houses. And then we egged people that were camping out on the streets like hobos (we had a LOT of extra eggs). Tony said it was because of some after Thanksgiving sale. Then we decided to egg more houses. But it turns out Mr. America's boss does NOT like his house to be egged. Or himself for that matter. Especially with an Awesomely Customized Egg Bazooka.
We were thrown in jail.
Hanamanatanago, Gilbert, and I got picked up by our respective owners. But Alfred-poochie was a bit more pissed at Tony. So he left him there as punishment.
It was like 3 in the morning when this happened, so we went back to Alfredo Sauce's house. Everyone slept in from a hangover. But not me! I got bored really fast. So I rummaged through Tony's stuff.
And then I found you.
Tony should really keep stuff like this locked up. Who knows what kind of crazy people might find it and write in this!
But I read his other entries. I never knew he was such a wuss. It's kinda funny.
Well, that's all I have for today. I'll write more tomorrow.
Bye!
Kumajirou Williams
Sorry for the late update, guys. Moar shopping called to me the entire day :'D
I can't seem to stick to one character when it comes to these kinda things...
~ Amie S.