2.5.
all right, i have a ton of pictures here and i am eager to establish the next heir, so i decided to go ahead and update to get the ball rolling. previously: the Doyle children grew up and the 80's commenced, Sienna continued to fail at domesticity, Greta and Officer Kimball started dating, Dakota got some woo-hoo with a co-worker, and there were a lot of pot-references >.>
GIRLS NIGHT OUT! look at Sienna, lookin' all whorish. she must have raided Greta's closet.
the stand in line was extremely brief
because they were the only two people there for the first few hours.
that is until Officer Kimball finished his shift. note the old woman reading in the background. this is a dance club you crazy old bat!
he is LUSCIOUS.
they should call this place the angina club. good lord.
too many old people in Sunset Valley.
oh don't play coy, we all know you're not a virgin still, my god woman.
GET IT GURL!
what the jumping monkey fuck is that supposed to be?
Sienna: My imaginary friend, Bill.
okaaaay.
Greta: Eww. You mean I have to get dirty? No thanks.
this is the hotspot in the Doyle household, i don't know why.
Greta: GODDAMN IT! ALL THE SWINGS ARE TAKEN!
calm down, jesus.
sushi night at the Doyle residence. and they use forks... lol
for some reason, all of Sienna's brothers congregate around her no matter where she is while the poor thing is trying to do her homework. i think they just like lauding the fact that they don't have to do homework anymore in her face.
Dakota: HAHA! Loser.
Charlie is looking very Tom Selleck in the outfit. work those micro shorts.
Sienna got picked up by the cops quite on accident. she was at her cousin's, INSIDE THE DAMN HOUSE, and the cop busted her. it was very unfair. Charlie yelled at her anyways. poor thing.
Sienna: This is a painting of my dad. MEAN BEAST THAT HE IS!
what the frack is it with these Doyle children and reading? i have to put books away about a zillion times a day.
remember how i said Penny was pregnant? well apparently she has had three more children that i did not know about, this is one of them. i do not remember his name, Lester or something like that.
he must be adopted, he looks nothing like Johnny OR Penny.
and here is another. i don't know what her name is.
and the youngest, who is likely to be orphaned because HER PARENTS ARE TOO DAMN OLD.
this lovely young man on the shitter is apparently Meadow's husband, and they live with his mother and father... sounds like a winner.
Meadow is still rockin' her 70's outfit, and that is the mother in law getting all up in an A & B conversation, and who refuses to C her way the hell out of it. oh yes, i just went old school on ya. booyah.
creepy mother in law be creepin'.
savor this moment, Sienna, for this is the last page of homework you shall ever have to do.
Sienna: Birfday tiem nao?
CAKE! GIEV!
*fairy dust, fairy dust, fairy dust*
Sienna: Aww, man! I look the damn same!
which is cute. don't be complainin'.
*strut*
what a ham.
the girls decided to go to the gym and jazzercise and - HOLY HELL LOOK AT SIENNA'S BOOBS! i don't know where she got those bazookas, it sure as hell wasn't from her mother!
*treadmill fail*
this guy's ass was in Greta's face for like two hours straight while he waited for a treadmill. also, the music notes that close to his ass makes me nervous, mmk.
Greta: Will someone give the man a damn treadmill, please!? He smells like Fritos...
oh gawd! nvm! put your street clothes back on! GAH! MY EYES! IT BURNNNNSSSSS...
Sienna: LOL! WTF!?
Greta: I knew I should have signed up for that jazzercise class...
umm... that is a part of you Greta dear that i never wanted to see. ever.
Dakota is learning how to cook pretty well, unlike his poor sister, Sienna, who burns everything to a crisp. so glad Charlie has fireproof homestead, otherwise the place would have burned to the ground.
and now, for your viewing pleasure, we come to our next segment: Ethan's-Ridiculous-Facial-Expressions
FIN.
moving on to: A-Day-In-The-Life-Of-Sienna-Doyle
gonna slap a ho.
WHEEEEEE!
Sienna: Goin' clubbin'... Gonna jog there for no reason whatsoever.
hello, crazy bitch? yeah, there is a Gym down the street, now gtfo.
Random Dude: Dat ass.
back to the Gym.
moar treadmill fail.
... i think this fat guy is stalking the Doyle girls.
Uncle Jack! now i think i know where Ethan gets his awesome expressions from...
and now Dakota, gettin' down with his bad self: *cue appropriate 80's dance music*
the shopping cart.
the John Bender.
the fists of fury.
the Billy Idol
the karate chop.
the thriller.
the bunny hop.
uhn, work it. work it.
all right! now who wants an heir poll?
GIRLS NIGHT OUT! look at Sienna, lookin' all whorish. she must have raided Greta's closet.
the stand in line was extremely brief
because they were the only two people there for the first few hours.
that is until Officer Kimball finished his shift. note the old woman reading in the background. this is a dance club you crazy old bat!
he is LUSCIOUS.
they should call this place the angina club. good lord.
too many old people in Sunset Valley.
oh don't play coy, we all know you're not a virgin still, my god woman.
GET IT GURL!
what the jumping monkey fuck is that supposed to be?
Sienna: My imaginary friend, Bill.
okaaaay.
Greta: Eww. You mean I have to get dirty? No thanks.
this is the hotspot in the Doyle household, i don't know why.
Greta: GODDAMN IT! ALL THE SWINGS ARE TAKEN!
calm down, jesus.
sushi night at the Doyle residence. and they use forks... lol
for some reason, all of Sienna's brothers congregate around her no matter where she is while the poor thing is trying to do her homework. i think they just like lauding the fact that they don't have to do homework anymore in her face.
Dakota: HAHA! Loser.
Charlie is looking very Tom Selleck in the outfit. work those micro shorts.
Sienna got picked up by the cops quite on accident. she was at her cousin's, INSIDE THE DAMN HOUSE, and the cop busted her. it was very unfair. Charlie yelled at her anyways. poor thing.
Sienna: This is a painting of my dad. MEAN BEAST THAT HE IS!
what the frack is it with these Doyle children and reading? i have to put books away about a zillion times a day.
remember how i said Penny was pregnant? well apparently she has had three more children that i did not know about, this is one of them. i do not remember his name, Lester or something like that.
he must be adopted, he looks nothing like Johnny OR Penny.
and here is another. i don't know what her name is.
and the youngest, who is likely to be orphaned because HER PARENTS ARE TOO DAMN OLD.
this lovely young man on the shitter is apparently Meadow's husband, and they live with his mother and father... sounds like a winner.
Meadow is still rockin' her 70's outfit, and that is the mother in law getting all up in an A & B conversation, and who refuses to C her way the hell out of it. oh yes, i just went old school on ya. booyah.
creepy mother in law be creepin'.
savor this moment, Sienna, for this is the last page of homework you shall ever have to do.
Sienna: Birfday tiem nao?
CAKE! GIEV!
*fairy dust, fairy dust, fairy dust*
Sienna: Aww, man! I look the damn same!
which is cute. don't be complainin'.
*strut*
what a ham.
the girls decided to go to the gym and jazzercise and - HOLY HELL LOOK AT SIENNA'S BOOBS! i don't know where she got those bazookas, it sure as hell wasn't from her mother!
*treadmill fail*
this guy's ass was in Greta's face for like two hours straight while he waited for a treadmill. also, the music notes that close to his ass makes me nervous, mmk.
Greta: Will someone give the man a damn treadmill, please!? He smells like Fritos...
oh gawd! nvm! put your street clothes back on! GAH! MY EYES! IT BURNNNNSSSSS...
Sienna: LOL! WTF!?
Greta: I knew I should have signed up for that jazzercise class...
umm... that is a part of you Greta dear that i never wanted to see. ever.
Dakota is learning how to cook pretty well, unlike his poor sister, Sienna, who burns everything to a crisp. so glad Charlie has fireproof homestead, otherwise the place would have burned to the ground.
and now, for your viewing pleasure, we come to our next segment: Ethan's-Ridiculous-Facial-Expressions
FIN.
moving on to: A-Day-In-The-Life-Of-Sienna-Doyle
gonna slap a ho.
WHEEEEEE!
Sienna: Goin' clubbin'... Gonna jog there for no reason whatsoever.
hello, crazy bitch? yeah, there is a Gym down the street, now gtfo.
Random Dude: Dat ass.
back to the Gym.
moar treadmill fail.
... i think this fat guy is stalking the Doyle girls.
Uncle Jack! now i think i know where Ethan gets his awesome expressions from...
and now Dakota, gettin' down with his bad self: *cue appropriate 80's dance music*
the shopping cart.
the John Bender.
the fists of fury.
the Billy Idol
the karate chop.
the thriller.
the bunny hop.
uhn, work it. work it.
all right! now who wants an heir poll?