You assholes, she's CRYING. Leave her alone. The talk of weather and climate really invokes rage into these people. Usually weather is one of those neutral subjects, that you can basically...for reading, I think if it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't have gotten this far and actually finished this legacy. So thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this family as much as I did. :] ♥
College has not changed Daniel one bit. He is the same creepy boob man he was in teenager land. Oh yeah, and Laurie is still a stone-cold bitch. Daniel: WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I WAS RECONSIDERING... Laurie: I'm makin' my OWN Ball of Stink. Laurie: Yeahhhh, my OWN Ball of Stink. Some things will never change... Like my love for this family of crazy asylum patients
You would think that since Avery has been a werewolf for..as long as she has, Tucker would stop acting so "OMFG SURPRISED!" every time she transforms. Though, I really CAN'T expect much from...dorm with the Bitch from hell. Laurie reminds me of kittens and cupcakes. ... NOT. Daniel still has issues dealing with boobies. HE'S NOT CREEPY, GUYS. But hey, this chick is digging it.
Laurie: Mom, why do you always look scary :(? Avery: NAW YOU JUST NEED TO BATHE IN MY TEARS. Laurie: Yeah, yeah, just don't drop me, bitch. Someone caught the E-mo! I'm sorry...haircut depresses him in more ways than one. Stella: Stop being sad! That's my *daughter's* quirk. ...and Kylie cries some more. Is it twisted I'm happy that Avery's emo has passed down?
Avery: The dormies only stare at me, because I'm weird. :( Dormie: HEY GUYS, THESE PANCAKES ARE GREAT! EVERYONE SHOULD EAT THEM! Avery: NO, BITCH. THEY GO STRAIGHT TO YOUR THIGHS...all. Avery: I AM EMO, HEAR MY HOOOOOOOWL! Stella: ....still not regretting my marriage. Nope. There will most likely be three more updates. Don't worry, the Piper legacy isn't over just yet! :D
Owen: IF STELLA PUSHED ME ASIDE, I WOULD TOTALLY DO PHOEBE AMORE. NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE TEENAGERS' TRIP DOWNTOWN~~~ Avery starts a bonfire...and just stares at it like she's possessed...ON ME, YOU WHOREFACE. We witnessed two generations of failure in discreetness of whoreface male aliens. Is it really necessary to have that want twice? Horn dog. KEEP IT IN YO' PANTS, JACOB.
Eliza: Hey dad, we should dance together! Savannah: Taking the attention away from me? THAT BITCH IS GOING DOWN! :D Savannah: No really, I'm going to kill her! :D :D Maybe it's... NO THANKS, I AM TOO GOOD FOR YOU. Opal: Bahaha, he's such an idiot. Jacob: I hate full humans. Owen still doesn't get it. Those are your kids, Owen. YOU RAISED THEM TO BE AWFUL DANCERS.
Yeah, Owen. I bet those triplets weren't as great as you though they would be, huh? Owen: I hate you. I kept hearing the spooky ghost sound in broad daylight and found Heather in a corner...it facing a wall EVERY FIVE SECONDS. Eliza: You're cute, perfect for my Cat Stew! Pepper: GET. HER. AWAY FROM ME. NOW!!!! And we'll end this update with Avery depressing us all.
I get back to the house and...things haven't changed. Stella: That was the worst sex I've ever had. :D Owen: GRAMPA HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS. *RED X RED X RED X* The Owen watching... Maya: Why the hell is she having more? No, that wasn't cute spam of one alien baby. Stella had three baby girls, Avery, Brooke, and Eliza. Excuse me while I cry in a corner.
