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Langurd Birthday Bash Extravaganza! Part One
Before you read: Overkill is my middle name. That is all.
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Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear http://www.domesticshenanigans.wordpress.com
(BREATHE)
Happy Birthday to yooooouuuuuu!
*confetti*
My little blog turns three today! If it were a sim, it would look like this.
That’s Tewl as a toddler, yes. A fine candidate for the Secret Block Society.
Well, what are we waiting for? Throw on this Langurd-themed playlist in the background and let’s get this party started.
4.9 I Love You, You Love Me, We’re a Happy Family
Isn’t that the most accurate description of the Langurds you’ve ever heard?
For the record, if I get this chapter out by Tuesday, I’ll have done seven posts in two weeks. That might just qualify as a miracle.
Where were we? Oh yeah, still at university. For this whole chapter and like half of the next one. I’m sorry, but it can’t be helped when our bright young minds are keeping so busy!
Prof. Richards: You see, a corporation is like a colony of honeybees! Everyone has a task to do, but in the end you’ll just die among the flowers or with your butt stuck in the arm of a pesky human.
I can smell the sarcasm.
4.8 Taste the Explosion
AND WE’RE BACK with another instalment of “We could be on Generation 8 by now but Sam is a lame-o storyteller so let us waste time and frolic.”
It’s a fine day for frolicking, with the sun in the sky and the azaleas in bloom and the world’s dumbest roommates canoodling in the background.
Garrison: I’ll kiss anything that breathes.
Tammy: I make drama for kicks.
Garrison: Let us tango.
Lev: God, I really can’t get away from it.
4.1 Come Play with Me
Long ago some words were said:
“I’ll finish a legacy ‘fore I’m dead!”
And this one here was going well
Until it all just went to hell
Because you see I’m really lazy
And I can’t think of a rhyme for that so the poem is over now.
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So yeah… remember that thing about getting to Generation Six before the end of the year?
Happy 2015! This gal is nowhere near her winter years.
Lira: What are you talking about? Now that I’m in charge, all the years are winter!
