This is my Journal. You like my Journal? Its really nice. I bet you do, you like my Journal. WELL YOU CAN'T HAVE MY JOURNAL! GET AWAY! GET AWAY RIGHT NOW YOU THEIVIN COWARD, THIS IS MY JOURNAL! My pretty, little, supple, yet slightly rough (rough like CHUCK NORRIS in the texas back-country on a hot July afternoon, probably drinking a cold one, standing over his latest victory, and by "victory" I mean the last guy he gave a well executed, highly disciplined round-house to the frontal lobes and "numbed his chuck" kind of discipline, and of course by "cold one" I mean water from his canteen because Chuck is above beer, "BEER JUST SLOWS DOWN YOUR PERSEPTION"! I believe that is what The CHUCK would say. I should know because The Chuck and I have this untainted, unexplainable, almost suppernatual connection. What kind of connection you say? Like twin brothers who's parental units are pure, perfect energy strait from the planed Jupiter. Yah, that kind of connection) Journal!

Thank you Chuck Norris!