Lori’s hygiene got too low and now she looks like she belongs in a Mad Max movie. >_>
Tag: Lori Pancakes
Lori: “I am always passing patient cases to you and you always say you’ll get to them, but you never actually do. I need you to actually look into this one this time because it’s my dad, Bob Pancakes.”
Doctor: “I’ll see what I can do.”
Lori: “Uh huh. Right.”
Lori: “Hello, Dad. Mom told me you had been admitted here, but I didn’t want to believe it.”
Hector: “Will you marry me?”
Lori: “Oooo, this ring goes nicely with my eyeball ring! Yes, I will marry you!”
Hector: “I knew you’d like it!”
Hector: “I know this is horrible timing because you just threw out the trash. I have to ask you this right now though…otherwise I’ll chicken out.”
Lori: “Hey, Death?”
Death: “Yes?”
Lori: “You wouldn’t happen to know what my baby looks like, would you?”
Death: “Do you really think that now is an appropriate time for questions like that? Besides, how the hell should I know? That’s not my domain.”
Lori; “Meh, it was worth a shot.”
Death: “I’m here for Fawn Grey. I’m assuming she’s the old bat on the floor.”
Ginny: “That’s my mother!”
Death: “Stop crying, Ginny Grey. You’ll be seeing her again soon enough.”
Lori: “The sim goddess wants a mini-me instead of a mini-you, so I’m pregnant again.”
Hector: “Noooooo!”
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