Doohickeys! Finally!
Bridget has grown up! Looking oddly good for all her squished up nose and pursed lips. This is the bit that I hate most about uglacies, I can’t tell if they are ugly anymore, it’s all just starts looking cute after a while.
Time to get busy with scarey Jassy. Who is actually looking pretty darn pretty in this short (if you crop out her scary eyes) and I am getting the feeling that is going to come back and bite me on the arse.
(in case you forgot, Jasminder belongs to nutmegdealer)
Bridget does not believe in wasting any time, like generations of Doohickey females before her she is remarkably easy. Jasminder can’t believe her luck.
*twitch*
Bridget: Score!
Whassamatter, Jas? Not good for you?
Jasminder: …probe?!!!...
Yeah, so not the basis of a long lasting relationship. Which is fine, we are not moving anyone in for easy cash anyway.
Notice my clever trick to not have to worry about censoring things from Photobucket’s fragile little mind later on? Also notice they still can’t afford drapes.
ASFGJ! I caught the pink dust. I never catch the pink dust.
Our sprog is of the male persuasion. Which is hopefully a good thing because the male faces tend to be a bit more rough around the edges that the females. Even though that hasn’t happened yet in this legacy. *holds thumbs*
Return of the Scary Toddler, coming to a cinema near you! Thank you Jasminder! Though I weep for the loss of the huge dumbo ears.
The sprog, who was named Leon btw, follows in Jas’ footsteps in often just staring at me in a hungry fashion. ‘Tis not my fault you guys are living off the same fish recipe for the last decade. Stop looking at me!
Tuna got old. Old and cranky. Then again, she was always cranky, being of the 0 nice points.
And now, some Inappropriate Conversation is Inappropriate spam
Leon: So, the neighbors told me I was born because my mothers had awesome sex.
Tuna: Eh?
Tuna: I don’t know if it was so awesome. Your other mother ran out of here shortly after never to be seen again. Bridget has to rely on toys to vibratory toys to relieve the pressure now.
Leon: I wish I had toys.
Tuna: That’s my boy…
Tuna: Give grandma a hug.
Leon: Nuuuuu
Leon: You smell like bleach and sourdough.
Tuna: You’re not going to get anywhere with an attitude like that.
Leon: I don’t care, I don’t like you!
Tuna: While you live under my roof you will show me some respect, young man!
Leon: Respect? You don’t deserve any respect. You’re soft in the head, you old bat.
Leon: I could have you killed and have it look like a skiing accident.
Leon: Just a batty old lady and a slippery walkway.
Leon: Or I could get my friends to do it.
Tuna: What friends? You’re only like 1/16th alien.
Leon: Grr, take that back.
Tuna: You don’t know anything.
Tuna: Think what you read about in school is the real deal?
Tuna: Dipshit.
Leon: I don’t need any books telling me how to do it! I will end you one day, you mark my words.
Tuna: Fucking ungrateful little brat.
Tuna: And to think I give up my bed so he can have a room of his own. I should take it back, he can share with Bridget. See how much he likes it when she gets handsy at night.
Leon would not even have noticed the lack of place to sleep. Leon never sleeps.
Mua haha.