Dear Diary, Happy New Year! I can’t believe it’s 1986 alreadys. Reckon da time, dere, she sure flys by.
Anutter Christmas come and gone. And I reckons if I’s was one to take me Christmas lights down, den dis would be’s the ideal time I woulds be doin’ just dat!
Dear Diary: Sorry, Diary, can’t write this week. Gotta get me down to Bugtussle right some quick an’ finish all dat Christmas shopping! I’s got 117 brudders ’n’ sisters to buy fer, ya know! See yer in da New Year!
Dear Diary, I just wants to wish everybodies a very Merry Christmas.
Me and da missus always enjoys da Christmastime, ’cept when I gets on da hard stuff. But da missus can put it away, too.
Dear Diary, I always likes to ends da year on a high note. You knows da ol’ sayin’ nothin’ entered, nothin’ gained.
So, I’s been gainin’a lotta experience on aeroplanes lately. Flyin’ high all over da world.
Actually it was good to get away. Specially get away from dat god-awful man, Mr. Younger.
Dear Diary, Lately I’s been watchin’ a lot of what the fellah calls “television.” Deys sure come a long way, dose television sets.
First time I seen one was in the winder of da Sears depot back in Bugtussel.
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