The neighbors stayed for many hours. When Duke awoke he blundered into the living room and struck up a conversation with his new friends, apparently unaware of the scene he was creating.
The guests were beginning to complain of lack of sleep and hunger, but they were both unwilling to be the first to leave the party. By the time Fifa asked them to leave it was too late. Events had already spiraled out of control...
The guests eventually hauled their drooling, pissing carcasses out of the Flare-RULES household. Fifa put something to eat in the oven and Duke took the opportunity to make sausages. While her food was cooking Fifa stood in front of the mirror and made faces at herself until she nearly collapsed with hunger.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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