The Diary of Terry Tibbs

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THE DIARY OF TERRY TIBBS
The following is a collection of pages and entries from Terry Tibbs' Notebook.

Entry number one, by me, Terry Tibbs.
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Things are too different now, Terry can't even get himself a good discount.

What I'd do before? Terry'd go to bookers, speak to the beautiful coffee coloured man behind the counter and get me a 42 bulk pack of pencil sharpeners for £7.99. THAT'S RIGHT, £7.99. Utter bargain, only for a man like myself.

Then me, handsome as ever would sweet-talk those fruity mums outside the local primary school, selling them pound per piece. Those saucy birds couldn't get enough of this hunk of man. You know what that meant for me? PROFIT.

Those days might be gone and Terry hasn't seen a 10-foot paddling pool in yonks, but I will find a why and a way. I always do. Why'd you think Terry has such a spectacular bald head? It's so Terry can better listen to his brilliant business ventures. "Talk to me" I say, "Talk to me".

Terry will need to adjust, think of new swanky money-making schematics that'll get all these gals and pals juicy, frothy and ready for Terry. Maybe some Terry branded tees would fit the bill. Who wouldn't buy a shirt with this head on it? Terrys need to get his hands on some bourbon too.

You won't hear the end of it.

Thank you, much love, goodnight.


Terry Tibbs