Day 32
Now that they're ugly they're more an integral part of the family photo. Ok!
Do you have any idea what this is?
This is GIIRyudo (looking for all the world like the bastard, rapidly aged offspring of Bill Clinton and Legolas), and he pissed his pants RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TOILET.
Aww how cute, little NMR's all, "GET OFF THE POT UNCLE ETCHASKETCH I WANT TO GO BOBBING FOR LONGFROGS IN THE SWAMP!"
He then settles for playing splashy in ObMeiste's biological breach.
Oh Lord. You is ugly.
An aged faggot washes the broodling.
OH LOOK, THIS GAME HAS BUILT-IN CODE THAT ALLOWS GAY MEN TO UNDRESS CHILDREN AND DIP THEM IN BATHWATER THIS IS A JOB FOR JACK THE FUCKING HACK THOMPSON!
Oh my God. Could open a sixpack on that face. Simultaneously.
You know, this is another unexpected turn of events. EtchaSketch has been really busy with the kids himself. A lot of people (and probably the original poster himself since I haven't seen a response out of him in like half a fucking year) wonder about this guy, because he hasn't kept a high profile. That, of itself, really lends itself to Etcha being an utter defiance in general of all expectations set out for him. He's supposed to be the lusty slut- BZZT. He's supposed to be the schmoozer lazy slob- wrong again, he's pretty tidy and only missed one day of work I can recall.
Weird.
Once NMR's bedded down and sleeping,
ObMeiste wanders in and starts crying over NMR's crib. Isn't this the kind of bullshit that guarantees some sort of major personality dysfunctions that manifest around puberty and worsen until a suicide or homicide takes place?
"O gee I guess it's high time I cleaned this mess up good thing a kid didn't go rolling around in it or something first that'd just be unsanitary as all get out."
This is Rathen crying away over the same toilet that GIIRyudo had an accident, one tile away from.
God what a pathetic collection of incontinent banshees these once glorious men have become.
If you faithful readers take anything from this thread worthwhile, reflect on Oscar Wilde's quote, "youth is wasted on the young."
Oh, no baby! Oh, no.
God, this kid's gotta be more filthy than Pamela Anderson, a day after blacking out on a bender in Tijuana.
This music is SO GAY.
GIIRyudo tries to throw Ripley off her game with a little tactic he calls 'denture-deathwind distraction'
Nobuu's over. How did I know?
She's helping Rathen test the strength of his Polydent.
ABOUT FUCKING TIME. I hope this means he's housebroken again.
Good going.
"Once upon a time there was a very mouthy troll boy and a very negligent daddy. Trollboy wore make-up and daddy was okay with that because he wore make-up, too! Then one day the mouthy troll said FEE FI FO FUM I WON'T SHUT MY MOUTH ON THIS INTERNET FO-RUM! and the gods grew angry, spiteful and vindictive and struck him down where he stood. There are alternate universes with an equal lack of mercy and compassion and he too knew many forms of death- isolation, starvation, slowly choking to death on his own excrement... sometimes all three! Count with me Cyrai, one, two, three! Good girl. Now the inadequate daddy spends his time reflecting upon the waste his life has become and cries like a little lost princess and they all lived happily ever after the end."
"There's this rumor going around that my fa- er some alien overlord from the fifth dimension of space where the Gorxoroxion Imperial Supremacy hold eternal sway had decreed that a bunch of lowlife good for nothing spacetrash were to be rounded up in DC-10's and shot into Hawaii's volcanoes. What a load of shit. Go figure, those silly Hollywood faggots are lapping it up- who better than to believe in that ridiculous shit than people who spend their entire lives pretending to be other people! Take it from me gramps. I know. That shit is too crazy not to be utter science fiction. Poorly written at that..."
What the FUCK does he presume to know about rockets...
My deathpool bid remains on this guy.
Etcha returns home from work and apparently brings a friend with him... some fucked up cross between Blade and Dennis Rodman.
Speaking of strangers I think this is one Duey brought home.
Good God.
What the fuck is Duey wearing.
Oh my word. It looks like George W trying to ratify some more right-wing legislature.
GIIR was face-down so long in his sandwich that it became spoiled. Doesn't stop him from eating it.
Then he subsequently pisses himself again.
NMR spreads out GIIR's old accident.
The houseguests get unruly.
Duey puts NMR to beddybye with an affectionate display demonstrating that a love that unendingly, unerringly rankles religious right-wing extremist morons transcends socially crippling, idiotic-politician-resembling ugly.
Goodnight moon, goodnight goon...