...To All a Good Night

October 21, 1984

Holy shit, Brutus is fucking awful with money. I apologize for the language but that the only way to describe what's going on here. I don't know how Gladys has stuck with Brutus after all that. Was that coat the only thing keeping her around? That must be some coat.

This one is only $7,300 if you're interested
in your own sable coat.

I don't like Brutus calling Gladys his mate. Almost makes me not want to eat this Christmas.

I find something very disturbing yet funny about how Brutus and Gladys are lying in bed. Do they not move at all during the night? Are they tucked in really tight? If so, who tucked them in? I have other questions but I'll hold off on them until we get downstairs. I wonder what the Thornapples got me.

Brutus and Gladys could've at least poured the milk down the drain to make it seem like Santa drank it. Unless Santa really exists and just left the milk to spoil and dirtied one of their coffee cups. Gee, thanks.

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