As Leeder a me Group I’s oftentimes called upon to “take one fer da team,” as dey says.
Dear Diary, Da spring is finally heres & da rich smell a manure will soon be in da air. I loves da smell a manure in da mornin’.
Da ground is tawin’ & soons we can get back ta business here in ol’ Bugtussle.
Dear Diary, Ya knows I likes me history, eh? Sure does.
Wuz some dang good at it, too, back in me days at Bugtussle High. I always had me hand up answerin’ all da tough questions ’bout da Stone Age, da Bronze Age, da Zinc Age. Heck, I could go all da way back from da Dark Ages to da Middles Ages, to da friggin’ Gilded Age, dat far back. And never miss meself a beat.
Dear Diary, Well, den, dats dat. Got me teachers all back to work. Dat didn’t take long.
Course, I’s basically what deys call self-taught so growin’ up in Bugtussle I didn’t have all da interactions wit da teachers dat otter kids had. Needer did me brodders or me sisters. But we wuz a happy bunch. Church mouse poor, but we wuz happy.
Dear Diary, ’Cuz it’s 2017. Been hearin’ a lot a dat lately. Don’t know what in da name a Sam Hill it means but every year somebody’s gotta come out and say ’cuz it’s 2000 dis, ‘cuz it’s 2000 dat. ‘Cuz it’s absolutely ridiculous is what I sez, Diary. Gettin’ on me friggin’ nerves it is.
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