Hey, that doofus repair guy found his way in and actually fixed the sink. For Rev and me, this means cleanup in formal wear. |
For Arthur Derrick, this means, uh ... waffle time? |
Afterward, I retired to the out-of-doors with my best friend Bunny Walker, so we could catch up on our mutual awkward standing time. |
Here I am whispering sweet nothings into her ear. |
Or maybe I was bellowing bitter everythings. |
I can be pretty fricking loud. |
I hope she makes it off the lawn soon, it's burnt waffle time! |
Eve can't abide burnt yummies, so she starts whipping up her own batch. |
She's a kitchen magician, you see. She can make an expert batter just by jabbing a sideways bowl with the spoon handle. |
Bet you jerks wish you'd waited for these. She probably puts a drop or three of almond extract in that shit. *drools* |
The party is over, it's morning and you geniuses have been standing around drinking coffee. This is when bad things happen. |
See, I told you. Greg's pissing himself by the garbage can. |
The washing machine is just stressing Cory the hell out. |
Poor Rev has entered some sort of a fugue state. |
Oh, and thanks for laughing at my pain, Husbro. You just wait. |
Ha! Don't look so worried, Arthur Derrick. He'll be up to rage at someone someone soon enough. |
Just so you know, Greg, that funk is coming from you. |
I see you're having trouble stopping all sorts of funk today. |
Aw, shit. Too funky. You woke the inmates. They are going to be pissed, my man. |
Yep. You've got these two so angry, their lips aren't working proper. |
Arthur Derrick, what's ... what the hell are you looking at? You look like Timmy's stuck in a well. |
Oh, don't worry about that. Bunny's like a cat, she makes that face when she's comfortable. Go have a chat with her. |
Bunny, Bunny ... his eyes are up north. |
Great, you got him started. He's offering to write a poem about your boobies. |
And, uh ... rub your belly with upside-down palms? That's new. |
No man. No way. You leave me out of this strangeness, Arthur Derrick. |
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6 comments:
I am very impressed that you clean in haute couture.
Oh, is that another word for "impossibly tiny green sweater"?
Well of course I'm funky. Someone served me self-pissing waffles. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm Sim-drunk.
When AREN'T you Sim-drunk?
So far the Bunny Sim is SPOT ON. LURV.
I know you have a shoebox of boobie poems.
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