Other than that, I'm only allowed to observe, take photos, scream at the screen when they piss themselves again, then bring the evidence to you along with my signature phone-it-in sarcastic comments.
Let's meet the inhabitants. They've just arrived.
|This is orderly.|
|On the left we have my husband. The only thing missing from his outfit is a pair of white socks |
pulled halfway up his calves. Next, we have my friend Arthur Derrick who writes stuff.
I don't think he's typically this worried about radiation danger.
|This is my best friend Bunny Walker. She does this a lot in real life, |
but you can't usually see her underwear until after a few PBRs.
|These are my two favorite bloggers, Rev.BIOU13 from Simian Idiot (she hates pants) and Greg |
from Dogs on Drugs (he hates when things aren't beer). Read their blogs, I command it.
|Finally, Cory and Eve. Eve makes documentaries in real life, and Cory cooks. I'm sure his face doesn't look this shadowy and bizarre when he goes out into the sunlight, and I doubt Eve is typically this irate about gluing magnets to hearts.|
|And here's me. My youngest son is harassing me to write something funny about this. I can't, and it's his fault.|
|Husbro tries to make Bunny comfortable by staring awkwardly at her until the sun literally goes down.|
|I didn't expect Greg to get seized by the boogie so immediately.|
|Come on, man. You're missing hot dogs and mutual staring hour.|
|Great. Now you're agitating the others.|
|Although you seem to have made a fan in Cory - unless he's actually flirting with himself.|
|Rev's schooling us on the proper pre-hotdog warm-up stretches.|
|While Bunny demonstrates the best way to cool down after.|
|I don't think that meal agreed with Eve. Try getting her mind off it, Husbro.|
|Why does creating a diversion always involve mutual boob-grabbing with you?|
|You're like a zombie for boobies.|
|Meanwhile, we've got Arthur Derrick performing some lab work back there.|
|Wake up, Eve. You don't want to miss the results of his experimentation.|
|I get the sense that these were not the results you were looking for.|
|At home, they called me Grace.|
|No. Don't you dare.|
|God damn, you.|
|But at least it's possible no one will notice, since most of your house mates have decided it's nap time.|
|I guess no one's noticed the beds. Seriously, there are beds for this, people. Try 'em out, they're breathtaking.|
I Play Sims Asylum (part2)