Dream No. 6

Whoo, whee, I'm tired of writing about shit so I'm glad I can get my ass back on track with my good ol' articles. Welcome back to Dream Journal, the illogical ramblings of Afro American Jones Hewitt and if you didn't know that and that I'm Jones Hewitt, you're a fucking idiot. Six entries so far, so let's get crack-a-lackin, you fuckhead. No drugs or alcohol this time, you fuck-witted judgmental prick.

Okay, I was at some camp, and it sucked cause in my cabin I was roomed with a douchebag with a goatee and his hot but equally bitchy sister. She was bitching every second of the day. When we were fishing, bitch bitch bitch! When we were hiking, bitch bitch bitch! This cunt wouldn't shut the fuck up. I was very frustrated and tired of hearing this bullshit. Night came. We were in the bathrooms and I was brushing my teeth. That bitch came out of the shower and told me to move over. I pulled her towel down, and proceeded to grab her bare tit. She squealed and slapped me. All of a sudden a park ranger bust through the door and the dream paused. A voice announced that I could either A. continue with the girl or B. stop. I decided to stop and the asshole warden demanded to arrest me. The dream paused again and the voice told me I could A. go quietly or B. complain about customer service. I did the latter of the choices and the ranger stopped, scratched his head, and left after apologizing soundly. As I was about to have my way with the frightened helpless dream woman, Herman texted me and my phone woke me up. I was very pissed.

Now while you faggots are slapping your skin to my article, I have to say I am very disappointed in you fucks. Dream Journal voted the least. Fuck you guys, fuck you. You sack-eating dickass.