|A thug's life is (apparently) a messy one
||[May. 30th, 2008|07:27 pm]
Swear to god, every time I turn around, the Chicklet is either getting a table dance in a strip club, in an alley getting a blowjob from some hooker, or carjacking anyone foolish to get in her way.|
All in Grand Theft Auto IV, of course. Seriously, she spends more time on the decadent features of the game more than getting the missions accomplished. Christian girls...
And I'm guessing the wild life leaves little time to straighten up - the picture below is the corner in the bedroom she's claimed for herself. It's not like I don't have plenty of closet space or drawers she can use, oh no. It's just easier for her to throw her shit in a big honkin' pile like that. What the hell?