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Showing posts with label Nico Morley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nico Morley. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

I Play Sims Asylum (part13)

Listen, Sweets - I find outdoor workbenches as infuriating as the next raving lunatic ...
... but maybe we can dial it down a couple notches below tantrum level Arthur Derrick.
Some TV might hit the spot. It's got Eve so relaxed she's storing her finger tips in her thighs. Give it a shot.
Uh-oh, Husbro.
He's a-plotting. Ya better sleep with one eye peeled and the other eye open.
I suspect his plan has something to do with that decorative bicycle bell he wears on his hip.
Husbro, your explosive innocent face is improving!
Okay, guys - I don't want to interrupt uh ... okay, maybe I do want to interrupt. We're about to have the party.
Is this some sort of pre-party oath? I don't know if we have the time.

Our first guest is booking through the front door and we're not even changed into celebration attire.
Formal wear vortex! Quickly!
Or just freeze with a creeper grin on your face. That's good, too.
I think you passed him going eighty, guy.
Hmm. Bunny. Bunny?
I haven't seen her stare this hard since 'nam.
Pace yourselves, you two.
Grumplestiltskin hates everything.
Uh-oh, Sweets is crapping hearts.
"Have you met the girl just sprinting in? I think I'm in love with her."
Unfortunately, Sweets, she appears to have some sort of business with Husbro.
Mayhaps you dodged a bullet, though.
I don't blame you, Eve. I'd offer my arm to the fish after seeing that, too.
On a scale of 1 to Can't With This, I think it's clear where Rev stands.
Aww, lookit Sweets. He hopes I dance.
Gather 'round. I'll oblige.
Alright, I'm going. I hope I don't pull several things.
Oops. You know what I need to do?
I totally gotta poop. Hi, Sweets.
What're you ...
No freakin' way.
All this time. It finally happened. Double poop, all the way. But what does it MEAN!?
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I Play Sims Asylum (part12)

"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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