Day 31
What are these babies doing just loitering about on the floor like they were in apathetic, government stipend collecting foster care?
The next person he scares you KNOW is dead meat.
Elves of a feather sleep together as the expression goes.
Ripley once again trading in the precious hours of her teen years for the sake of the children and years of latent psychological trauma and gender bias persecution complexes worth thousands in therapy bills.
One of my few joys of doing this is knowing full well that if this were on public television, it'd be preceded with a disclaimer acknowledging the program does not reflect the views of station investors and owners and they just like all the revenue and attention because they're hypocritical fucking whores.
DEATH KITCHEN
Finally someone else pitches in with the broodlings.
GIIR got out of bed to take a lesson from Prof. Crazy McVolleyball.
I think he talked to it in Hindi.
Come the fuck on. Not another one.
See how close the fucking toilet is? He's dancing around and bitching about needing to go.
Pathetic. Is this how it's going to end? Is this the culmination of the great Gamesforum Family project? A bunch of doddering, shaking, crying old men pissing themselves to death? It's like caretaking for a house full of geriatric chihuahua.
Is anyone else midly creeped out by this one?
This one truly deserves to be my largest posted image yet. I feel like I should be chopping in Waldo somewhere to find amidst the refuse bottles.
Cyrai was abandoned here for about four hours.
"And today on Veronica Mars! Another pathetically-masked innuendo-ridden show in a desperate bid to snap up the aimless shut-in sycophants left disenfranchised since Buffy went off the air!"
She contemplates buying a cloying Kristen Bell avatar on this forum she posts at.
No, nothing is sacred. Sorry.
Duey puts Cyrai in a much softer, safer place to be neglected for indefinite stretches of time.
Notice the lack of elf ears. Must be a perk of hitting old age with a positive mood bar.
ObMeiste eats an omlette, Rathen harvests sorrow.
Rathen fires up the Simtendo Peniis.
That is Ob picking up bottles. I don't know whether to feel 'about time, attaboy!' or disappointed that they won't die in a house carpetted with rotten baby bottles.
He then cries afterwards.
MOTHERFUCKER WHAT DID I NOT JUST FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT THAT POWERMETER YOU USE IT OR YOU LOSE IT WELL AT LEAST YOU WERE LISTENING FOR THE FUCKING 'LOSE IT' PART AND LOOK AT THAT YOU JUST MISSED A GOD DAMN GRINDRAIL YOU'RE EVEN BETTER AT NOT GETTING IT THAN LOSING IT JESUS FUCK ALL CHICKEN TURBINE GARBAGE DISPOSAL CAMEL RAPE BUCKET ANIMAL FUUUCK
I had some sort of cannibalism-oriented caption in mind but it was just too cute so I let it go.
This whole parenting thing is really coming natural to her. As opposed to, say, the rest of the house that raised two children already.
Hooray! Etcha went to work and I got one of his career chance cards... picked right, he scored 7k and earned 3 charisma points!
I really wonder if he's going to lose his virginity before dying, extra cool points or not.
GIIR gets home from work and sets about fervently cleaning.
First time I've ever seen someone perform more than one sequential cleaning task.
He stopped at two though. Baby steps.
Then Duey comes along, not to be outdone, and picks up three bottles and scrubs off the stove.
Have we reached a low, that I'm documenting and tallying their cleaning habits?
I don't remember throwing my son up in the air in order to have him put on about 15 more pounds and four more sizes...
JESUS CHRIST
Hold her AWAY from your face.
OH dear god. Poor Cyrai. She really got dealt a shit hand in the genetics department.
OLD MAN SEX TIME!
OLD MAN AFTERGLOW TIME!
Boys always bloom later
Well, I couldn't stand waiting.
NMR's hucked in the air amidst a hail of bitching about hygeine... and let's see if the numbers worked out for our boy who is named after a girl because I can't plan better.
Err. What in the hell happened here