Oh, man, is it Thursday, already? It is. Look, I don't have time to write- well, all right, if you wanna transcribe it and post it. Sure, yeah, I'll give you the password. It's written on a piece of duct tape on the bottom of this chunk of cheese way in the back on the freezer. Don't let the cheese thaw; it is irate, and might try to kill you. Anyway, here's the fucking news post:
Oh, man, is it Thursday, already? It is. Hello, there, boys and girls. The word of today is: 4. The number of the day: Benjamin Disraeli. Historical figure of the day: deez nutz. Also, I need to borrow, like, five bucks. For...soup. Yes. For soup. Five dollars worth of soup.
Are we good? You thinks that's enough? Shit, I've posted less. Let's roll with this shit. Shit. Shit.