Picking Friends

This is the present I got for my 8 year old nephew last Christmas.  By the time I was his age, I had read several of my peers diaries.

I apologize.  Also, you're fucking boring.  That's probably why we aren't friends anymore.  

Because every eight year old boy needs to know what I'm doing in the bathroom at 4pm.

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