Days 31 and 32

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...


Introduction Days 01+02 Dramabombs1 Dramabombs2 Days 03+04 Days 05+06 Days 07+08 Permabans Days 09+10 Days 11+12 Days 13+14 Days 15+16 Days 17+18 Days 19+20 Days 21+22 Days 23+24 Days 25+26 Days 27+28 Days 29+30 Days 31+32
	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? (Bigger) 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	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...

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Day 32