Day 21
I took this screenshot because he was dreaming of money and I was pretty sure I could come up with some sort of funny caption for this.
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Fuck it MOVING ALONG
Oh yeah. We're well on our way to disgustifying this house.
TEACHER! I'M COMING FOR YOUUuuuuu....
Death's all, "What a pathetic specimen."
"WHAT? You don't want him, either? Well, he sure as fuck is not staying with me.
Lu...! Lucy, you're breaking up, man. Lucif...
Man, fuck Cingular. More bars in places UP MY ASS."
Death's job is done. How much did anyone care about Esco dying?
Notice how the light is out in the front yard, now, for an answer.
I'll not have some permaban creepy scum's tombstone cluttering up the front lawn.
This is about as 'throw the body in a shallow grave in the back yard' as Sims2 lets you get.
On a side note, the fish in the tank died. Death didn't bother with them.
Duey makes poptarts at 4am. He is the only motherfucker awake.
What the fuck, kid?
What the fuck?!
"WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS WATER, YOU MEATBAGS WILL PERISH!"
Etcha just wants to take a shit in peace, and GIIR's just trying to keep a lid on things.
GIIRyudo has another episode. This time with a scholarly soccer ball.
What in the blue fuck?
Girlmecha showed up, picked up their newspaper, then RUNS FOR IT.
GIIR's weird girlfriend got there just in time and was like, "Did she just do...?"
GIIR sucks a little face as a 'hello.'
He then gooses her about 3 feet into the air. Hope he washes his hand later.
The rotten-smelling faggots spoon while Jesus looks on with a stern, "I'm okay with this" demeanor.
What in the *fuck* is he cooking?
OH NO!
GIIR's girlfriend digs into a fel poptart!
GIIR makes to clean up but it's too late! The bitch is poisoned
...she resumes eating anyways. Revolting.
Duey mops up to a rather man-rusted tub.
SOON.
These two get all snuggly, but Jesus is all
"WHAT-EVERRRR. I am looking AWAY."
"NO JESUS JAMES CHARLES CHRIST YOU JUST LOST YOUR POWER BOOST METER NOW YOU'LL NEVER WIN, GOSH!"
Girl... you'll be a wo-man... soon...
Yowza.
I wonder how many ADTRW regulars reading this thread close this browser right here, to go jerk off now.
Her first activity as a teenager? COFFEE. Art mimics American life.
Rathen: "The fuck you mean, butter?"
This is the height of absurdity. There's a god damn bathtub behind him.
Just as I was checking to see how GIIR was making out, I noticed two things.
One, that she actually left.
Two, that Marisa had slipped in somewhere, and now she's balling Rathen.
And, for the road, here's one last shot for our birthday girl, for today.