Narrows, 1.2
Sep. 9th, 2008 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Last time, the Narrows got married and had/adopted four kids.
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| Enjoy your win while it lasts, Neville. |
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| Dunno what's wrong with Ramp, here. Maybe he feels guilty for leaving his wife mid-birth. |
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| Say goodbye to toddler cutie-pie Prominence... |
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| Because she's about to grow up. |
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| Looks like her favorite color is orange. |
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| She's still a cutie-pie. |
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| I seriously think Paine screwed him up for life, talking about how hot she is. |
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| Let's see if my theory is correct. Birfday for Neville. |
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| He's popularity with a LTW of... something. What can I say? He's an adopted spare. This update is probably his only time to shine. |
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| Aww... He is sweet, though. |
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| As you can see, the OFB dancing on feet bug has spread like wildfire in the Narrows household. |
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| Inappropriate bathroom stalking, the second generation. |
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| I sent Nev downtown to try to distract him from his obsession with his mum. |
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| Townie girl: You want me to kiss you? *giggles* Good one! |
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| Neville: So what do you say we go on a date? |
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| Townie: Aren't you the guy with the hot mum? |
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| Neville: ...Yes. |
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| Neville: I'll never make any friends. |
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| Ben Long's Teenage Clone: He's kind of cute... |
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| See? Complete sweetie. |
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| Really. |
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| I have no idea. |
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| Neville: Well... she's pretty cute. |
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| Neville: Too bad she hates my guts |
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| Fifth times the charm? |
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| Fail. |
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| I think he's starting to like it. |
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| Alien Nanny: And then you grab a bat and hit him in the-- I don't think he'd enjoy that... |
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| He just can't catch a break. |
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| Ah, well. If at first you don't succeed... |
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| Paine: WTF are you doing? Can't you see we're busy? |
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| Townie: I'm so glad I came home with you, McKinney. |
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| I... don't want to know. |
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| Neville: Woot! Yeah! I win at life! Townie: Actually... |
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| Birthday for little Road Narrows. |
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| D'aww. I love you, Road. |
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| Time for Neville to try his hand at a whole new segment of the female population. |
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| Neville: That first girl I met downtown, she hates me. |
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| Neville: I'd rather play chess anyway. |
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| What's this? A successful conversation with a member of the opposite sex other than his |
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| The world is ending. And now for The College Life of Neville Narrows: |
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| Dormie makeovers |
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| Pillow fights with dad. |
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| Flirting with the only girl to give him the time of day. |
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| Moar makeovers. |
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| Neville: This. Is. Spartaaa! And angry dancing. This has been The College Life of Neville Narrows. |
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| Signs of the Apocalypse. |
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| Seriously. |
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| Neville: I painted a portrait of you. Will you marry me? |
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| Ah, OK. All is right with the universe. |
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| Neville: WAH!!! Melinda won't marry me! |
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| Neville: My life is over. |
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| Neville: Hang on. I've got an idea. |
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| Well, it worked for his dad. |
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| Oi, don't look at me like that! You got what you wanted. |
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| Neville: Will you marry me now that I've acquired a stalker as per the Narrows tradition? |
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| Melinda: Of course, silly. |
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| Bye, Neville! |
