I Play Sims (part50)

Can you effing believe I'm up to 50 chapters of this stupid story? It's unreal my commitment to something that amuses about 5-1/2 people, some of whom have actually been written into the thing.
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Logan's discovered the new girl who just moved in and looks to be on a collision course for her.
Girl, quit thinking about art and notice your surroundings. Doom is heading your way.

Okay, this is speedy, even for you.

Sure, sure - get the formalities out of the way.

I'm not totally certain this is the right time to tell her what planet you're from.

This is either a shared sneeze, or a brilliant ploy to stick your face in Ms. Chase's cleavage.

Yes, yes. You're an evil genius.

So what's your next move, huh?

What the hell did you just say to her, you naughty puppy?

Whatever it was, it seems to have hit the spot in the end. That's what she said.

Meanwhile, what's the deal with that car just hanging out in the middle of the street?

Alright. I think it's time for you to go home. Once you start staring at her shoes, the conversation has reached a conclusion.

Man, you are on fire today.

You know, in some cultures, pressing your entire body against your best friend's wife while clad
only in your underwear would be considered a rather rude way to start a conversation.

Yes. A step back would be prudent.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go with you."

Subtle, Logan.

Guys, I see that car, as well. Could you start a conversation, please? While we're young.

Fantastic. You found a ladybug. Great chat, Logan - I think your blood sugar is dipping.

You chose a leftover slice of wedding cake from the now-defunct marriage of your girlfriend. I'd call that poetically
sinister, but mostly because of what that's going to do to your stomach. That cake's been around a looong time.

Everyone else decided to have leftover birthday cake. Again.

This family eats entirely too much cake. Throw a bowl of Goopy Carbonara in the mix now and then, y'all.

Guys, come on. Don't harass the woman who's in a vegetative state just for next year's Christmas card picture.

Do it because it's hilarious.

Time to cash that cake check you wrote. Best euphemism I could muster.

Glad you still consider it a success, though.

Oh damn. The bloom has definitely rubbed off of this relationship.

I Play Sims (part51)
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