Miracle#0012
Went to the shelf where I left coffee dick. Found a note he’d left for me. It said he’d gone for coffee, but I had my doubts as I’ve never known him to actually drink coffee. I waited up all night for him and at 7am I received a phone call. Private number. I could hear mumbling and some kind of loud party in the background. It sounded like cha-cha music or something. The mumbling was incomprehensible except for one sentence.
“…just because you say essay a lot doesn’t mean you’re not illiterate”
I think he might have been in Mexico. I just hope he’s ok and that he’s got a dick in him.

