Dear Diary....
Monday: Jon Motherfuckin Jones moved in today! Wooo! He's such a cool guy! We had a nice dinner and went to church. He told me about his philosophies in life. This week is gonna be awesome!
Tuesday: I can't find my dog and the car is covered in blood, fur and hundred dollar bills. Champ is helping me look for it. We think some random stranger may have broken into my garage and done something with the dog.
Wednesday: Found champ cranking on his limp dick in the kitchen. Champ apologized and told me it'll never happen again. Still looking for the dog.
Thursday: All the silverware is missing! Champ suspects the freak who took my dog may have come back for more. Said he'll stand guard for me, what a guy! Man, this guy never sleeps! Animal!
Friday: Champ caught the thief! Turned out it was the pregnant lady next door. Champ jumped into the car and chased her down when she launched herself at the hood! I'm so glad champ is safe. To think I've known this psycho lady for ages. So happy she's dead.
Saturday: The dog turned up in the dish washer. This is so weird, we don't know what to make of it. Champ thinks it might be haunting us.
Sunday: I can't find champ anywhere. There's a white powder like substance spread all over the house and... Wait, I think I see him hiding under the couch. Someone is knocking on the door, brb...