Eugene, just tell her she sounds like Pavarotti so she'll stop. |
This sucks. You were just starting to grow on me, Maura. |
Now Eugene is old. Well don't think you're retiring, old man. I won't have it. |
You fools are annoying enough when he's got places to be up the sharply angled road. |
All day, every day of this crap? No thanks. |
Oh stop. You'll still have plenty of canoodling time. Gah. |
Alright, Gretchen - it's just adulthood. No new to chew the scenery about it. |
Hey Doc, while you're in there, try convincing her to ditch the pink hair. It's getting on my nerves. |
That's it, shake her up good. |
Eh. The hair's better at least. |
Thankfully, she's wasting no time finding a man with whom to discuss hot bowls of blood. |
You'll be pregnant in no time, Gretchen. |
Once Harris figures out what the hell is going on. Use smaller words, Gretch. |
Hrm. Hard to tell how Geneva feels about him. Immortals can be so inscrutable. |
Oh cool, she loves him. |
Harris is just, you know ... |
... so damned easy to get along with. |
So very hip, too. |
You two really need to find some hobbies other than irritating me. |
And I definitely need to get that bar off the back deck. |
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2 comments:
I think you're running the Sims: LSD Special Edition
Oh just WAIT.
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