Written on March 8, 2007 at 10:56 am by MR Central Command

Phooneybaum Phoughts – Entry 55535.6542a4

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Woke up today to find my socks wet with a green substance. The Commander Major’s snickering is what had awoken me. I have little to no doubts that he is to blame for my sock moistness.

Mustache Rangers Central Command has been piping sad songs into our ship for the last 43 hours. Was doing fine until the Commander Major ate my earplugs in a rage. I am now properly sad.

Is it weird that I enjoy sitting on a slightly warm toilet seat, given the knowledge that it was just used by somebody else?

My hat has now been missing for 490 years.