Dang it, were those for Christmas!? :gonk:
I though you'd already gotten them and that Call of Duty 4 was the game you were getting for Christmas... Guess it was the other way around. DON'T TELL YOUR MA WHAT I DONE, BOY.

-shoots you-
BAD DADDYO! Dx<
This CoD4 crap has taught me nothin' but poor anger management and just AWFUL fashion sense!
I want my Dora Whoraaa! x(
I like her purple shirt and chic 'do.
I bet she'd look FANTASTIC if I shot her in the head with my bazooka. :>

Bah, I fail.
My brother(s?) have CoD4... I swear, I think they both have it. The one has PS3, and the other has PS2. Not sure if what they both play is CoD4 or not, though... >w>;
I just don't care enough. D:

-shoots a bystander-

Oh dear, Aoi borrowed the Dora games so she could do some breeding experiments with Fernando and Boots the monkey.. They should be back in time to sneak into your stocking though, Facade.. hang in there.

D:<!!
HOW DARE YOU LEND OUT MY CHRISTMAS PREZZIES!?!
-throws a tantrum and eats all of Santa's cookies in the process-

Mama Belly, why are you such a crappy baker? :(

I didn't bake those "cookies" ... Have you been following the deer around again?

*bleeding to death* BOY, I AIN'T BUYING YOU THE SWAN PRINCESS VIDEO GAME ANYMORE! You don't shoot your father!
You also don't shoot Dora, you shoot Boots... Gotta practice for when you grow up and become a part of the illegal hunting trade.

My brother plays CoD4. it does not look fun at aaaaaawll. D:

I'll bet anything those are from the deer... I told you not to put pain chips in Facade's bottle, but did you listen, noooo...

But I was just trying to make him tough, so he could face the challenges of this cruel, cruel world! I didn't mean to make him a deerpoop-eating dad-murderer! *sobs hysterically*

Aw, I'm sorry I snapped at you Belly. :( *pats* You were just trying to be a good mom!

*clings to Iltu*

:talk2hand: You both are poopy parents!
-flings deer poop at both of you-

Bah, why can't I have a normal family!? :gonk:
YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHO I AM.
YOU DON'T KNOW ME!
-insert melodramatic teenage exit-

FACADE. We took you out of the orphanage and we can put you back in there!
Belly and I will pretend we died in a horrific motorcycle accident, but really we'll run away to Tahiti and sipping fruity drinks with lots of alchohol in them.

:cry: :cry: :cry:
FINE, BE THAT WAY!
-stomps up the stairs and slams his door-

I HATE YOU GUYS. D:<
-breaks a window-

Hm, I'm bored of being an angsty teenager. ;<

YOU'RE PAYING FOR THAT

But I'm not bored of being a poopy parent. :<

D:<
I CAN'T PAY FOR IT, YOU STOLE MAH MONIES AND USED THEM ON INTERNET PRON! :talk2hand:

Oh, by the way, Mama Belly... Daddy's addicted to internet pron... And blackjack, but that's another story.

-lights a match and tosses it through the floorboards to Howdy-
Catch! Don't let it fall in the sulfur that just happens to be all over the basement floor...
I blame Belly. She never cleans up after her Periodic Table Parties.

Ooh! The graphic on the Home page has changed ever-so-slightly.. methinks the event is coming soon!

*runs off to make popcorn on the mayor's lawn*

Facade- I can't my addiction, I just klove those internet shrimp! Fewer calories than the real kind!

Belly- *pours butter over his lawn*

Hey Belly, Happy holidays to you:)

It's especially bad in the summer, when their junk swells to twice it's normal size.

I think I just spewed all over Belly's popcorn. :(
YUCKY YUCK YUCK.
Mouse testes. :'(

You know you love mouse testes, Facade.