Day 15
What the hell is she doing here.
Nothing, apparently. Or if I am to be held to the scrutiny of perfect honesty, I let her go. I find it amusing nevertheless that she hung around the mailbox for about a minute before deciding to walk.
They don't like the drugs but the drugs like them.
Ok, here's something for you to imagine. I've got Cradle of Filth screaming and chugging in the background and I pan around to THIS.
It was video game and music feng shui I say.
What the fuck?
Looks like Zarrr does not like Ridley.
Zarrr fixes his shower like any other red-blooded American- with a great deal of vulgar expletives and counterprogressive toolsmashing.
At least one thing is meshing well with the Cradle of Filth I'm listening to.
OH MY GOD I AM SO FUCKIN ANGRY ABOUT
ABOUT
abouuut...
"Hay wassup mah nigga"
"Not much my carved and suppurating succubus who now curdles my eyes in their very sockets"
"I hear in Japan you can order a girl sawn up and packed into a briefcase."
"I LIKE BALLS"
"Would you like balls... right here?"
"YOU FUCKIN BET"
"That's called being an intern. Believe me, I know this. Do not ask me how."
"I CALL IT THE EXPRESS LANE TO BESTFRIENDDOM"
"GLASS FUCKIN PARKING LOT ARE YOU HEARING ME"
FYI unscreenshotted for the most part but true no less nearly ALL TeamStab's passing conversations involve bombs. This motherfucker is obsessed with bombs.
"You're a soapboxing fucking tool. I'm surprised HappyElf hasn't popped in here to confess his love for you."
"A PODIUM! I NEED ONE!"
"AND BOMBS I MUST HAVE BOMBS TO INSTITUTE MY POLICY BOMBS BOMBS BOMBS"
"Jesus, Doctor Monkeylove would you get off the fucking bombs already?"
"I have no idea what I said means but it's a conversation change please respect it."
"No problem I am a versatile conversation artist."
oh no is there enough time in my life left for like eight million more pillow fights and I sure would like to soap that fountain and BOMBS BOMBS BOMBS WILL I LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO LAUNCH BOMBS
A caterwauling cuts through the Filth...
The cop is serenading Satan's concubine, how nice.
oh god what the hell is that even shittier noise...
It isn't quite bombs, but it does sound sufficient.
Our thuggish little brood parasite heads off to his first day of cultural indoctrination.
They grow up so fast...
Oh hi Death Toilet. I have made the mistake of observing you. He'll be executed by nightfall now for sure.
I think we need a hambeast waving a pillow emoticon. Just for this thread.
oh la la This is like their first full on kiss since 'crushing' on eachother. We are edging closer to that golden ring... and yes that's a double entendre.
O SHIT! THAT BE LOVE!
I nearly missed those fat little hearts drifting up. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
AHAHA didn't beat the Duey / ObMeiste engagement reel for sheer 
, but there was a satisfying amount of bitch factor in there no less.
THUS I DECLARE FROM THREE DAYS HENCE THERE SHALL BE THE PURCHASING OF AN ARCH AND THE UNIFICATION OF THESE TWO FAKE SOULS WHO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH EACHOTHER IN REAL LIFE. LOL CAPS.
Unless something breaks them up. Of course.
I am going to hold off until Pets hits before deciding if those two should breed, just to see how slots work. If I can even afford it at this point, I have five fucking dollars in my pocket and that's it until maybe November the way shit keeps hitting me. But I think they should breed, eventually. Not like we'd ever tire of mint flavored babies, but for once something NOT weird would actually be a change.
Aw lawdy pick a bale of cotton aw lawdy clean a crusty stove
Every time ClearlyDuplicitous comes into contact with blackguy32, those little attraction bubbles go off. She only has a single lightning bolt of chemistry on him. He's got nothing on her. DisinclinedPlane has constantly been aggressive with her, and I made HER propose, to which he bounced into her arms like a bubbly bitch. But, I can't help but wonder if CD's digital hormones are going to get the better of her digital morals...
If by 'charisma' they mean self-centered, preening cunt, Zarrr will do just fine. Not necessarily because he isn't already a self-centered, preening cunt, but because every drill instructor in my military experience was a self-centered, preening cunt.
Count Chocula hits the pine box, at 1:30p. Talk about a lifestyle we could envy.
Someone once said that 'in his defense,' an adjacent shower stall to TeamStab's spongebath was broken. WHERE'S YOUR DEFENSE NOW KASPAROV
This is Ridley's homework notebook.
What could be more evil than what appears to be The Little Republican's Primer?
No, Test-0, this is not what is meant by 'using the telescope to check out lovely-smelling neighborhood patches.'
"Where was corn originally used in agriculture?"
"BOMBS."
"Where were the oldest pieces of pottery in the world found?"
"BOMBS."
"What base proteins were theorized necessary for the precedent for evolution of mitochondria in the first single-celled life forms?"
"BOMBS. Besides, didn't the fireman already tell you the truth about that shit you godless little fucking infidel?"
hURRRR
Yes, I embellished the R's
Well, let's hope this restores a little order, and hope thereof.
...or perhaps not. Test-0 gags a little at an apparently poorly told joke.
...or perhaps so I DON'T KNOW THESE FAGGOTS ARE SO CONFUSING
Just think. Next time you're on line and SexxxyKissez17fcali shoots you an arbitrary message it could be THIS GUY
Yeah, looking good there, She-Ra, Princess of Stink Clouds.
'Desk Sergeant'? Isn't that what they always threaten Arnold Schwarzenegger, Clint Eastwood and Jim Belushi with, in any given movie that they're cops?
TeamStab, in probably one of the most pathetic displays since Rathen's bipolar crying spates, wipes his tears away, bathed in CRT light, in a fursuit. Talk about art yet again imitating life.