Last time Virginia had triplets, and they grew up into a bunch of toddlers no thanks to the cakes. So now in the Secksie house, there are four toddlers running around and trust me before I start, I was NOT enjoying it. I do not know how good legacy players do it! I have a newfound respect for them!
If I ever have triplets again, I want someone to run me over with a car.
And of all sims, go away Deborah.
“Darr’ll babe? How’d we ever git ourselves in this sit’iation?”
“I donno, Vurginyuh’. I donno.”
First off, Virginia, when did you have the time to change into a bathing suit?!
“Wut? I do everything in a bathin’ suit!”
Ugh, you sound like my mother now.
Stop doing that Dixie.
“Ooh wow, dollies! I wanna play too, R.P.! Share wid’ me!”
“No. Touch my dollies and I’ll shank yew widdem’.”
“So then they were like ‘Dixie help yo mama widda babies’ ‘n I said no cuz they ain’t my kids, and papa said something but I ain’t listenin’ cuz I had things to do!”
“So that’s why you keep coming over to my house after school, because you don’t want to help with your brothers and sisters?”
“Yep, sure did!”
“WAAAAAH! I so HUNGWY!!”
“Oh gawd, there goes the drama queen again.”
Poor Virginia. I don’t blame her, if you can hear the babies screaming everywhere in the house, I’d sleep outside on the lawn chair too.
“Dammit, Nascar! If ur gonna break and be fuckin’ useless, do it somewhere else, I’m tryina teach Tammy to talk!”
I really think he’s doing this on purpose now.
“Mama, shouldn’t yew be helpin’ me wid ur own kids?”
“Shut it Dixie, I’m stressed all to hell, I deserve this!”
“Hee hee mama! Pull the dolls head off like this, like pop! Is so much fun like this!”
I think they all have a hidden evil trait, I swear by it.
“Pull of their heads?! Wut’s WRONG wid’ja?! These dolls cost me money! I ain’t pullin’ the head off my dolls, don’t touch my dolls!”
Now now, Virginia. Share. And put on pants for once.
“Ahh, my granndawghtur’s gonna be such a big produh’gy one day, she plays that thing so purdily…”
“Hey gramps. Fuck off, will ya, tryina play Mury Hadda Lil Lamb ovur heer.”
I swear, they all look at everyone so mean. I kinda like it.
“Oh dang, look at wut I just remembered was in my back pocket! Thank yew Ambur!”
“Wut the hell yall lookin’ at?! I deserved this dammit!”
“But I wanna pway widda music toy! Why won’t yew share?!”
“Wut? Yew mad, bro?”
“Ah yeah, this feels guuuud.”
Don’t stick that dirty thing in your ear, you’ll get an infection!
Then Louis, Francis, Bill and Zoey will come and kill you I really do keep forgetting which one is Danica and Tammy. This one is Tammy? Danica? Dammy? I’ll call them Dammy for now.
“Oh cat fight!”
“Oh NO, I just picked a fight with a Rotter! I’m gonna wake up dead in the mornin’, I just KNOW it!”
“What the hell are you talking about, I don’t even know what a Rotter is.”
“Hey hey hey! Wut the fuck’s goin’ on in my hawse, I ain’t gonna have my two best friends quarrlin’ in heer now!”
“Well tell that bitch to fuck off, she started it!”
“Hello! I’m new in town and I like art!”
“Fuck off newbie.”
“Well fine then bitch I didn’t want to come to your social club anyway. I’m calling MY MAMA to come pick me up!”
“Yay woo! It’s my burthday, yall!”
I’m with the ticket booth on this one Darrell. Your adult birthday bores me to sleep over here.
“Oh my, your pet robot just peed on your carpet! Aren’t you a lil’ concerned?!”
“Nah, my mother pees in heer two times a day, n’ the robot’s wut ur worried ’bout?”
“Oh gawd, BABE! The Z’s r’ back in the hawse!
They never left, Darrell.
“Vurginia, I can’t sleep widda’ baby cryin’ as loud as she is! I’mma light sleeper! Yew gotta do somethin’ bout it!”
“Oh YEW can’t sleep Darr’ll?! She WON’T sleep, and she’s exhausted! N’ ur the one bitchin’ cuz yew can’t sleep!”
“But… I gotta work in the mawnin’!”
Of course, another reason no one can sleep in the house is this.
“Amg, dad and blue guy why yew no let me sleep”
Every damn time.
Meanwhile, out in the garden, a whole bunch of bills sprouted up, dispite the fact that they were paid.
What the hell, seriously.
“OH EM GEE I HATE MY LIFE”
I know, Dixie, but we are almost there I think.
“Dispite me being with yew sissy, I’m so lonely and miserable!”
“Hey Dammy, is the lil’ drama queen still bitchin’ bout something ovur heer?”
“I HEARD that, R.P.”
So far Dale’s the only one who’s learned all skills, so to help take some pressure off of raising the babies, Dale had his birthday a couple of days early.
It was at this party Poi Boi broke the radio. AGAIN.
THANKS A LOT POI BOI
“Mama, I’m so sweepy…”
“I know baby, me too…”
“AMG DALE GREW TWO FEET”
“Hmm, ur that Dale baby, right? I thought I killed yew.”
“Jee, thanks Uncle Nascar.”
Dale gained the trait perceptive. Something the rest of the family doesn’t seem to be.
Dammit Nascar, stop trying to kill my toddlers! Use both hands for Pete’s sake!
“Wut, I gotta pretty good grip on him! I have robot hands, remember?!”
“Rib cage… bein’… crushed…”
“Ok yew lil’ monkey, hold on tight cuz I ain’t helpin’ yew.”
“I’m so scared…”
Oh and Dale’s a baby again? BEHOLD, THE POWER OF CRASHES
“Daaaang, my sissy wus right, this DOES feel gud…”
You are both going to get infections, you know this right?
Dale, on his first day of school, is already picking up on Dixie’s habits and taking off to other kids houses.
And before you say “Awww, sumone’s already gotta wittle girlfwend”, let me clarify that that’s not even a girl.
Damn Mathew, I don’t think I have that hair converted either.
“Mama always said she wanted a daughter instead…”
Well your mother Heidi’s always been a bitch too.
“Welp, the kids are screamin’ again, I’m gonna shut down for the afternoon, night night guys.”
Yeah. You ARE doing this on purpose. Asshole.
“Dammit Dixie, stop them babies frum cryin’ already!”
“Shut it gramma, I’m hungry jus’ as much as they are, and ur distractin’ me! I’m gonna go make a salad now.”
I THOUGHT I JUST PATCHED THIS
“I hate my babies…”
Don’t feel bad Virginia, I’m starting to feel the same way about them too…
“Oh man, I’m so hungry, I think I’m gonna have some of your shitty waffle’s in the kitchen Dixie. Dixie? Dixie? Dixie. Diiiixie?”
I hate you Goodwin. I really do. She had JUST fallen asleep, I hope you know.
“Yeah but… I really like this show!”
By the way, WHO fixed that tv?! I didn’t tell anyone to fix it yet D:<
“I need attention again…”
“OH MY GAWD DAMMY. SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
“But but but! No one has huggled and snuggled me in five minutes! Attention now please!”
“I came to snuggle my dawghtur, but she moved! I’m so confused…”
Don’t worry Darrell, the triplet’s are supposed to have a birthday party in the morning. Well, supposed to anyway…
Windows: “FUCK your sims game *crash* let’s UPDATE FOR HOURS AT A TIME INSTEAD! YAAAY! Now THIS is fun!”
Maybe NEXT time there will be a birthday. Maybe one day this generation will end already, I think this is going to end up being the longest generation so far!
Oh, and before we go:
ALSO NOTE I’ve spelled Darrell’s name wrong THE ENTIRE GENERATION AND I DON’T CARE ANYMORE