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Venom pouring Johnson baby shampoo in Billie Piper’s eyes while he stands in a flying tub.
Makes perfect sense.
(Source: pussyfart, via glittermouth)
Did you ever lock your Sim in a tiny room with no doors and just… wait?
Of course!
…and I’m fairly sure that the plot of “Saw” came from the torture users put their Sims through.
Happy 12th Birthday, The Sims!
Twelve Years Of:
- Blurred Showers
- Ridiculous houses
- WooHooing
- Ladder-less pool related deaths.
- Rosebud and/or Motherlode
- Vicariously living through a digital person.
ragingderelict asked: Stanislav, or failing that, George.
I actually knew a Stanislav Ustupski in high school. Well, I didn’t really talk to him or anything, he didn’t speak english to well. Seemed nice.
There was a George something-or-other that lived next to me for a while I never actually talked to him but I know he helped my roommate at the time when his Dad died, so that’s commendable. I saw him on New Years Eve and we caught up.
Honestly, all of my friends have the most generic of names.
Anonymous asked: You are a beautiful person.
Thank you. And anon, I’m sure you’re absolutely wonderful too.
we kinda are, no worries hahaha and also side nerd note I’m writing a paper about phonological disorders in relation to your troubled sh, ch, and j’s.
The school had me going to this speech lady and she was absolutely horrible. We’d play a board game where you couldn’t advance unless you said the sentence correctly. She’d just keep saying “Ja! Ja! Ja!” if I said a J word incorrectly. My friend had a stutter and the poor kid had all that pressure on him. It never went well.
Shel Silverstein is the reason I can talk normally! During the summer after 8th Grade I would read those poems outloud every day. Finally it clicked.
sassaglass asked: Brandon....or Todd.
No Todds, but in that brief stint I had in a Fraternity, one of my really good friends was a Brandon, but everyone called him ‘Kink’ (his last name was Kinkade).
One of them country, good ol’ boys. He always bought bourbon and smoked cigars on the fraternity house’s roof. Also, when I decided to transfer out of that school due to some complications back home, he was one of the few brothers who actually didn’t handle it like it was a slap in the face. Was real nice and understanding.
Good ol’ Kink.
shellsbells asked: Katie.. just because it's a common name I suppose.
There was this Katie I liked in grade school… Nothing big, but back then my head was still the same size and I had trouble saying “Sh” “Ch” and “J”s properly. I had this huge crush on her and we always ended up being next to eachother because our last names were similar. She was always nice to me, considering I had the bowl cut and everything. Of course when I asked her out she giggled and told everyone. Whooole class laughed at that.
Peh. Girls are jerks.
