A. Yes... in the past twelve hours, I've had sex with dozens of Playboy Playmates, built an empire that changed sexuality as we know it, and became (if I wasn't already, by some chance) a complete fucking dork.
B. A conversation with my mother:
"Hey, I got my paycheck today."
"Cool, how much?"
"Hundred bucks."
"Wow, for this week?"
"No... the past two weeks. At least they fired my boss."
"Good, he was a bastard!"
"Replaced him with someone new."
"Oh, is this one any better?"
"He asked me to take out my piercings."
"Oh, they're screwed."
"How do you mean?"
"You're going to quit, aren't you?"
"Yup."
C. I love when PresidentNumber2 calls more than anyone else in the world. I hope she knows that.
B. A conversation with my mother:
"Hey, I got my paycheck today."
"Cool, how much?"
"Hundred bucks."
"Wow, for this week?"
"No... the past two weeks. At least they fired my boss."
"Good, he was a bastard!"
"Replaced him with someone new."
"Oh, is this one any better?"
"He asked me to take out my piercings."
"Oh, they're screwed."
"How do you mean?"
"You're going to quit, aren't you?"
"Yup."
C. I love when PresidentNumber2 calls more than anyone else in the world. I hope she knows that.
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Yeah...I could have said something more on the entry...but I can't think of anything...so here is an illustration to get a cat out of a tree.
Also, while I find it deeply disturbing and even a little disgusting that someone saw fit to publish an officially-licensed Playboy knockoff of The Sims, there's only one word to describe the fact that you've actually played it: HOT.