|Oh look, Rev is about to start her morning ritual. You could learn a thing or two from this one.|
|First, wink at nothing. Crotch flash optional.|
|Next, the calling of the Four Corners.|
|Then, make the bed, while thinking about the bed. It helps you stay on task.|
|Finally, cap the whole thing off with some light scowling by the exercise equipment no one uses.|
You have learned ritual. Go in peace.
|Greg likes to start his day off the healthy way: by ignoring an already prepared plate |
of breakfast and cramming a tray of new ingredients toward the food processor.
|I need to get a food processor. I've been making pancake wrong this whole time.|
|Next up, a mid-food preparation nap. Sensible.|
|If available, Greg also likes to rub his breakfast on a friend, for extra flavor.|
|His regimen is complete once he works off all those carbs with a round of fisticuffs.|
|Bunny's mornings are much simpler. She starts out fully-dressed, yet painfully groggy.|
|Every day, she has the best hot dog of her entire life.|
|Then heads straight for the bathroom to glower at her choices in life.|
|Cory prefers to start out by waiting near a sleeping bestie, until he finally wakes up to play.|
|They head outside to have their staring contests in front of the trampoline. As one does.|
|Then, right back inside to the bathroom to play this game, the rules of which I could not possibly speak to.|
But I have to assume Cory is winning.
|But some mornings, Husbro prefers to just watch me perform my typical early day ceremony of the groaning face palm.|
|Every now and then, we think about things, without talking about them, near the chemicals.|
|Here he is now! Get into your formal wear before you embarrass us all.|
|Especially you, Arthur Derrick. Put down those pancakes and change, that get-up is strugglin'.|
|This party is going to rock steady. I mean, just look how happy our guest is! |
Nothing can deter him from choking himself with delight.
|That is, until he notices ...|
|... Rev in a miniature green sweater, just shredding the ass out of a stand up bass.|
|Oh damn. She's done. I was about to get crunk.|
|Crisis averted. Husbro took the funky helm.|
|Aw yeah, Arthur Derrick! Werk it. Put your thing down, flip it and reverse it.|
|You know, I was going to yell at Eve for wetting herself at a party, but I just noticed Husbro's formal ... dungarees. |
I'm going to have to issue demerits for this.
|Bunny, another hot dog?! Slow down, or you'll shit them whole.|
|See, I told you. Bunny's down. |
Also, Rev, quit cackling. Your sink is done broke.
|The repairman is here. Can't find the door, outlook not so good for finding the sink.|
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