Well, the party's over. What's next?
Ohhhkay. Uh, well how's Stanley? He's good, yes?
Alrighty. What else is happening in, on and around Casa Rosenzweig? Hey, is that Darryl Fünke I see utitlizing bipedal locomotion on the sidewalk in front of Stanley's garden?
We probably shouldn't ask, though. It never hurts to not ask.
Butt-rubbed pudding is exactly why we can't have nice things.
I Play Sims (part29)
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Thanks. Brightened my otherwise diseased and bed-ridden day.
Guess I should go back to chugging NyQuil now. Sigh.
Definitely an adventure reading your story... hope to see what is next soon.
*Bursts out laughing* *explodes* Okay, I'm done.
I can't believe my readers are bed-ridden and exploding. I'm not sure whether to call an ambulance or run.
I'd run.
Okay, it's official. I need to use merciless cricket pickers more often.
Agreed.
that Darryl fellow is so fertiiiilleeee
Either that, or she made him do it over and over again until he got it right.
I'm never let down by your story. It's always a guaranteed good read.
"Can somebody open the door/ The maid finally tore herself away from her Mensa meeting and is apparently trying to turn the knob using only the power of her mind." Oh hell. Real laughter got out on that one (instead of the stifled at-work laughter).
Thank you, thank you. <3
Haha, wow, I can't believe Suri's preggo! And, Oh my god! I've spent all day reading more of your blog! Never laughed so damn hard in my life!
Glad to hear it, L&T!
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