Day 17
Ever the bold soldier, GIIRyudo fights the War on Consciousness from his comfy La-z-Boy.
Happy Holidays!
I don't know what the fuck this thing is, or whether or not it's the wrong holiday, but it's pretty god damn cool.
Good going, stupid.
Oh, if only you could see how the green tendrils of ass rot caressed his face, almost lovingly, whilst he convulsed in agony.
Half of a day went by with absolutely nothing worth interest happening. A fireman called for Otik and they talked until they were best friends. Kids left for school on time, guys left for work on time. The kitchen's still filthy, and grandma's still dead in her open grave out back.
ObMeiste went out to get the mail, and then commenced discussing balls with the mailman.
Ohh... no.
Maybe he's pondering whether or not he still likes pussy?
Well, I'll be. Nobuu's apparently here... and wtf...
Otik is the one apologizing, even.
Damn. When I put Nobuu in the pants and Otik in the skirt, I sure called that one.
bdeetdeetBAWMP-BAWMP...
Requisite cuteness alert!
Ripley charges indoors with an A+ report card.
I wish I could relate how cute Ripley's little bragging fit is.
The proud father then ran upstairs to puke.
GIIR not only got promoted, but apparently being bumped to 'head cage cleaner' netted him a blonde 'friend'.
They choose to get acquainted over the garbage can.
I think she just told him 'I like 'em fat.' Now I have Prince and the NPG's 'Get Off' stuck in my head.
Wow, man, I'm beginning to think that Halloween cat's a fertility relic or something...
Just as ObMeiste went to drop off trash, a Paris Hilton knock-off shows up, Ob ditches the trash and goes to greet.
Ok that's nice.
I wonder when the fuck we're going to get a premature fatality at this rate.
Oh shit GIIR!
DRAMA!
I don't know what the hell originated the slapfight, I just heard slapping, hit pause, and there it was. The picture likely tells enough of the story.
Once again, Otik apologizes.
Rathen then answers the phone, says hi and bye to Marisa really fast, then... starts crying.
Looks like someone could use some SimWellbutrin.
Ripley researches the resonance mood altering device, eager to unlock the secrets of its mood- and mind-controlling capabilities.
It's clear she's got a ways to go.