Last Post Ever Until Next Year

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OOOOHHHH shit see you next year, satans.

DEAR DIERY II

I got everything I wanted for crimmas.

Ran into some old friends.

Partied up, partied down.

Now it’s back to work for me. Rust never sleeps, but you know that satans.
 Goodnight,
Monkeytop

WHOOBS part bazillion

What did you do over you summer vacaysh? I got arrested again; big surprise!!!!

I didn’t do anything wrong this time (like always.)

PORREECE!!!! The officers didn’t like my hat.

Fuggit. The activity room is my favorite. It’s “the shit” and I made a bunch of new friends there.

PORREECE!!!! The officers have also taught me how to read [...]

A Message from the Kasheestees family to yours:

Have a happy Holiday, Monkeytops!!!!

I’m SERIOUS!!!!!

Mister Boombastic

Slow news day are at the Sheezy. Have to give props to the internet for coming up with this site, where they tell it like it is, thank Allah.
You gonna go home for the frolicdays? I’m enjoying meeting back up with the brood in the spawning pool. My mom’s side of the family:

My dad’s side:

Uncle [...]

Hiber Nation

 This question has bothered me all year and sadly, it feels like I won’t get a satisfactory answer this year:
 
This is the part of the year where I generally begin my chrysalis into a beautiful all new Derrick! It feels so good to crack open that shell and breathe!!! The blood is the life, the [...]

WHAT A RUSH!!!

I just had sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEGIN NEW TRANSMISSION

I lost consciousness for a few days, but I’m back to my regular schedule.

Still over-seeing the eternal struggle between evil and evils, between the kasheestees and the proles, between nazis and satans.

Keep reading gentle Duro, we shall overcome.
Happy Holidays, Duro.

BIRTHDAY TIME!!!!

I’m loving my re-birth. PARTAY!!!! (cue music)
 
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANT TO WORK, I JUST WANT TO PLAY ON MY DRUM ALL DAY

DECEMBER MUTHAFUCKIN ELEVENTH

One year older for yours truly, Mr. Dogaloff Adelaide. A little bit older.

 A little bit wiser.

 Still having “fun” as often as possible.

 Still beautiful.

 Do I have any resolutions for this next year? Let the robot speak.

Me too, Ira, me too.