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- Feb 3, 2013
Chris will find true love and marriage in ~1 year, only to be cuckolded by himself(!)
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The central belief of every moron is that he is the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts. He ascribes all his failure to get on in the world, all of his congenital incapacity and damfoolishness, to the machinations of werewolves assembled in Wall Street, or some other such den of infamy. —H.L. Mencken
Our friend Mencken may as well have been describing Chris.
I have a couple of friends who work in mental healthcare, and they've told me about a few cases where a person in a mental hospital was utterly convinced that they were completely sane, it's just that they were there because they knew too much/because they were under government protection/because they were an ideal subject for testing the machine-that-puts-voices-in-people's-heads installed in the basement. Given Chris' inability to take responsibility for anything, and his superhuman ability to delude himself, he'd probably be one of those guys. He's already got three or four conspiracy theories he could use to back it up.Lets say Chris commits another crime. The judge out of kindness, sentences him not to prison, but to a group home full of "slow in da minds." How would Chris respond? Would he ever get off his high horse, and realize that he is just a "slow in da mind" after all, and is not like, nor ever will be, one of the nice, normal people?
I doubt they knew about them. God I hope they didn't.How did Bob/Barb feel about Chris's blowup sex dolls? Were they aware of it?
I'm pretty sure Barb knew in intimate detail about his sex-dolls. I can't remember where I heard this, but I seem to recall an event where Chris was bitching at Barb because he didn't want to keep his sex-dolls in the cupboard because they would melt in there.I doubt they knew about them. God I hope they didn't.
Chris was bitching at Barb because he didn't want to keep his sex-dolls in the cupboard because they would melt in there.
Poor Christian wasn't aware that his sex-dolls would have melted outside the cupboard anyhow.
I'm pretty sure Barb knew in intimate detail about his sex-dolls. I can't remember where I heard this, but I seem to recall an event where Chris was bitching at Barb because he didn't want to keep his sex-dolls in the cupboard because they would melt in there.
I really hope that's just fault memory talking...
Chris: Yeah but I mean where do you expect me to put- where do you expect me to put them in here, in my room?
Barbara: I didn't say put them in your room. There's a chest in that closet, there's a chest at the end of the kitchen. What- all you do is stack up stuff in the kitchen like you do in here and...We gotta, yeah neatly put things in the kitchen. But it takes two. And I have to feel like doing it. And I- I don't feel like-
Chris: B-b-buh-yut mum it's just a closet, I mean you put in the-er-whu- I already had a bunch of my stuff in there. I mean where am I gonna put that stuff downstairs? I don't know where else to put it. Especially that love doll.
Barbara: [unintelligible]
Chris: [sigh] Then it would- it- it gets hot- it gets hot in there and then it'll just [sound of Chris hitting Julay]
It's not like anybody actually used the kitchen. To be fair, it was probably the least infectious thing in the hoard.Ew. He has a jizz covered love doll in his kitchen and nobody fucking cares?
Still, man. Still...It's not like anybody actually used the kitchen. To be fair, it was probably the least infectious thing in the hoard.
Ew. He has a jizz covered love doll in his kitchen and nobody fucking cares?
I'll have to remember this whenever I need to induce vomiting.CHRISSHUN, BRING ME ONE-A DEM KITCHEN DAWLS. MAMA AIN'T GOIN' NOWHUR TO GET A SANGWITCH. MAMA'S LEGS ARE TIRED. JUST SQUIRT ME OUT SOMMA DAT MAYOR-NAISE LIKE A GOOD BOY.
B-but M, dat, Mom, dat's one of m, dat's one of my Sets dawls!
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE TALKIN WHEN I'M HUNGRY! NOW YOU GET OVER HERE AND FILL YOUR MAMA UP WIT' DAT DERE GODDAMN MAYOR-NAISE! AND EAT YER FOOD!
I uh-- oh b- oh jee- I- uh. *stress sigh*
(Not even Chris deserves to see Barb's cum-gums)