Some poindexter called me a troll. If she wasn't a girl I'd give her a wedgie.

Mom got out of jail. She has to pawn her bike because she says she's out of money. Oh, well.

Mom gets out of jail tomorrow. I hope she takes me for a ride on her Hog.

Milhouse is such a poindexter. It's boring giving him wedgies every day.

I found some huckleberry bushes behind the dump where I was shooting rats with my bb gun. I'm going to go back with a bucket tomorrow. I have to find a good recipe for jam.