Tuesday
June 11, 2008
Woke up in a wheelie bin. Need food. Got Money. Buy McDonalds. Eleven Big Macs. Low calorie Coke. And Fries:- Fries not like chips. Chips made from potato. Fries made from driftwood and corn syrup. I not like. Not good side dish for horse patty in sesame bun. Throw salad and gherkin on floor. Spotty child with dustpan collect for eating later. Want unhappy meal. Like juice, not like crunchy plastic clown figure. But still better than fries. Feel ill. Understand this is normal feeling after having burgers. Sick on floor. Spotty child with dustpan collect for eating later.
Need woman. Need shit. Pay 15p to use womans toilet on seafront. Good place to meet woman. Woman scream and shout. Lots. Good genetic trait. Make strong children. Keep birthline going. Get thrown out by big woman with no hair. Get kicked in genital areas. Much. Not happy. Woman not want sex in womans toilets. First lesson learnt.
Have found most sex happen in lapdancing club. Denied access. No shoes. No pants. No clothes at all. Left in womans toilets. Not go back. Nads still sore. Woman scream much. Not understand.
No dinosaurs about. This strange place. Buy more food. Candy floss. Best on East Coast. What this. Not food. Like eating pink cobweb. Got stuck in face. And in hair. And on chest. And in eyes. Not food. It more like pink naplam. Not like.
Where wild boar when you need it. Want drink. Had pint of Fosters at The Greyhound. Prefer lager. Like Tennants Super. It like food. Laxative and “Mind womb return to” in one. I can’t see. Don’t care.
Notice local men wear clothes and have much more luck with women. Need woman. Need clothes. Need vision back. Not drink Tennants Super again. Will find clothes. Mingle. Want to integrate with local community. Want to know how modern Bridlington Man has improved on the past. Want to learn.
Need to know. Find out soon.








