"Now be a good boy and go stand in the shower fully clothed until somebody tries to burn the Asylum down..." |
Great. The hot dogs are burnt again. |
Alright, y'all, you know what to do - commence panicking. |
Tip-top trepidation there, Arthur Derrick. |
You're all precious gemstones. |
Hey, do any of you mind if I do a little freestyle here? |
Of course you don't. Check this shit out, I'm amazing. My vagina can do anything. |
Oh yeah, sorry to have worn you out with the fire I didn't start, but managed to extinguish, Sweets. |
You probably need a snack. |
I think I might be doing the hot dog procedure incorrectly. I'm supposed to rub my food on a friend for extra flavor. Well, this is embarrassing. |
Ooh, Eve - you should know better than to eye up Rev's dog. Nobody's in the mood for anything tonight. |
It's hard to find the words I need to ask about this. |
Oh hey, thanks Arthur Derrick. You're a peach. |
I don't know what I would have done without you to transfer the pile of filthy laundry ... over. A little. |
Is the TV broken again? Couldn't we be watching literally anything else but this? |
Here we go, a grand idea. Pillow fights are never not edifying. |
You really detect the uplifting of her mind and character. Even Lord Sweets is receiving some second-hand improvementations. |
Not a moment too soon, either - he's been kicking up some naughtiness which is getting stuck right in my craw. |
For one thing, I don't like having to catch any face-sass when I'm just trying to have a nice stare with one of my friends. |
It makes it really hard to enjoy having my crotch intensely examined through my night shirt. |
And he shouldn't be doing that thing with his neck. It's just fuckin' creepy and it gives Rev permission to do whatever this thing she's doing is, which I kind of don't like much. |
He's also started sitting like this. It's like trying to watch television next to someone who's about to murder me with soft, lotioned hands and then knit a scarf from my hair. Or something. |
He's gotta stop following me around, too. |
He is really bleaching my bricks today. I'm about to do something bad with a sword. |
Oh good, these two are the perfect distraction. |
And I totally agree with you, too. We should throw a party. I hope somebody brings a platter of something. |
I Play Sims Asylum (part13)
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Arthur's blatant reaction, there. 'Uh, fire? Who cares. Life is but entropy.'
I looked up 'bleaching my bricks', and all I got was a bunch of stuff about oxiclean and whitewashing brick walls.
I is confused.
Lesson #1. I'm insane.
Lesson #2. I made it up, because of my brain.
Lesson #3. Question me again and I'll let my brainly word salads come up with some sort of nonsensical threat for you.
*hugs*
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