Day 14
DAMN I mean hooray.
Nothing personal FG. It's just been two weeks here and nobody's died. I don't know if that's right.
Around 2:30a the girls went home.
Yeah, lookin' real good there buddy.
To clarify, the stink lines belong to FG.
Kitchen status:
Looking great.
Homework, outside, just before the sun rises. On Sunday.
Well, except for the Sunday morning part, that's normally about when it had occured to me to do homework, if I'd do it at all.
Both of these retards have ten minutes before their carpool.
What professionals.
School work got you down? No problem! Snag a drink from the bar while the adults are distracted.
GIIRyudo vanquishes Death Toilet Sr.
Death Toilet Jr. however carries on.
Ripley practices world domination.
Note the awesome Tim Burton-esque outfit the game designated for her. I swear, sometimes I think this game is paying attention to the thread.
If I were to judge, I'd say Rathen's teaching Ripley about the birds and the bees using their dart game as a metaphor. Awesome! I'm definitely setting aside a little cash for a dartboard for when my son hits puberty.
Rathen and his god damned spongebaths.
Oh jesus christ.
The bath and shower are fine, and both unoccupied, and they both were sponging down indecently at the same time.
She's definitely getting ready for her teenage years as a vapid American girl.
Looking for her mother maybe? Or would it be father? So confusing...
Hrm... one part oregano, one part basil, one bullion cube, and HUMAN FLESH
Ok, looks like this part's maybe a little bugged? They are just sitting there honking at eachother, not moving. That's Duey and ObMeiste's carpool, and that's Etcha in the car. Ob and Duey haven't left the bus... so I don't know what the fuck is happening here. Maybe they're all locked in place.
Then a hippie shows up.
Firemen, hippies, they're all the same to Otik.
Nightfall, and the transit problem still exists.
GIIR wants to play with Etcha. Well tough shit looks like you lose because quality testing missed this one.
Suddenly, after plummetting their meters to rock-bottom, the game lets the workers come in. Their meters are horrible and their moods are destitute.
Poor Duey.
Midnight hit and I was worried there wasn't going to be a great punchline ending to a rather mediocre day in the life...
I just imagine a pirate voice grumbling about buried treasure, and I can go to bed happy.