Ah, we are back! Good, very good. Because after a little quarrel with an “error code 0”, I thought we were going to have problems. Good job computer. You about got yourself PUNCHED IN THE FACE.
ANYWAY, last time two little girls were born, Daisy Duke to Deborah, and Ronda to Edith.
Now, everyone knows how horrible of a baby Patriot was. A crying, screaming mess of a happy toddler. His little sister Daisy, however, is the complete opposite.
“Mmm, sure, we gonna be gud friendszzzzz…”
I spent the whole evening getting Ronda from Edith, and when I came back to the Secksie house, Daisy was stinky, starving, alone, and in the red. And she wasn’t saying a thing. I might like this kid.
“Man, go play wid’ ur toys ‘r somethin. Tag ain’t gangsta!”
Well, so much for you wanting to be friends with your father, Pat *clicks off wish*
“Plz yew lil’ shit, I brought yew in this world, ‘n I can sho’nuff take yew back out!”
And here I was thinking that you two were already enemies. Shows what I know.
“It’s cus’ da world will end stawtin’ widda wittlest! We will evapowate frum da earf’ til onwy old people exist an no one will be weft to wepopulate!”
Stop preaching raptures, Ronda. Really disappointed that she didn’t inherit her mother’s
dyed hair, 4/5 of our heirs have been black haired sims D:
She did inherit Darrell’s eyes though. That’s new.
Shame. He leaves behind his widow Holly.
“I wove boats, boats boats boats la la la”
“Nothin… jus’ gonna go kill my ex n’ ur son fur stabbin’ me in the back, ‘n bringin’ dat woman’s unwelcome spawn’a satan into our hawse.”
She was actually on the way to insult him, but potato, potato.
“It’s jus’ nawt fair, Darr’ll! I done everythang’ fur that man, ‘n he up ‘n runs off wid some whore from Twinbrook, knocks her up, now I’m stuck raisin’ three kids, one that ain’t even mine! I don’t even know why I ain’t moved outta heer, prolly cus’ I ain’t got nowhere to go, ‘n I’m really tryin’ on my LTW…ya unda’stand where I’m comin’ from?”
“Little do yew know! Did yew know that onna’ my kids ain’t my kid? See, mah wife hadda baby befur’ we gawt married ya know!”
“Yeah! Bet’cha didn’t know Dixie, ur best friend ‘n my favorite lil’ gurl in the world, ain’t even my own!”
“No way! I didn’t know that ’bout her!”
“Sho’ nuff Deb’ruh! ‘N believe yew me, I fell in love wid’ that lil baby ‘n adopted her, ‘n she was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. Her real papa was a deadbeat chicken shit, but Dixie was the greatest child I ever had.”
“Really? Yew have a favorite child? Well wut ’bout Dale?”
“I can stand by that.”
“And the other three, uh, Dummy, Timmy, n Richy Pee?”
“Danica, Tammy ‘n Richard Petty?”
“Well how am I supposed to remembur who the hell they are if they ain’t even gonna call me?!”
“But I want yew to keep in mind wut I told yew, Deb’ruh. Jus’ cus my son ‘n that woman ‘r scum of the earth to yew, yew shouldn’t really bring down that inna’cent child. Nunna’ this is her fault ‘n she’s gonna need yew whether yew want to help her or nawt.”
“I’ll remember, Darrell. But in no way I ain’t ever gonna accept that Ronda gurl as my own. Ronda ain’t Dixie.”
“Jus’ remember to nawt punish the poor gurl fur livin’. Mmk?”
“Gawt’dang, she’s a gawgous’ car, Darr’ll.”
“Yew tellin’ me.”
“Oh lawd Ronda! Wassdat up in the sky?! Is that… THE CLAW?!”
“OH HELL NO, IS SCAWY’ BECAUSE YEW WOBOT! WOBOTS WEALLY HAVE CLAWS”
Stop traumatizing the children, Nascar!
I’m SAD, why more black hair?! Damn you Amy Bull and your contagious black locks!
Daisy also has Darrell’s yellow eyes, so therefore Leroy’s green eyes will, for once, not be inherited by an heir this generation.
“I is a combo bweaker!”
My first imaginary friend. His name is Bun Onion, named after my own teddy bear, named after nothing in particular really.
YOU NEVER GO TO WORK DARRELL.
“Yeah well I can’t move, ‘r put clothes on, so I ain’t gonna make it in today *goes to eat waffles*”
*watches him get demoted over and over again to roadie*
Why do you SUCK Darrell
Are you having one of your absent minded Alzheimer spells, Virginia?
And while I’m on the subject of dying people now…
LET GO ALREADY
NO REASON THOUGH, REALLY… <_<
And we are back to emasculating Dale with pink, good choice Pat.
Reaver and Invention Gnome #4: *rusty squeaking*
As usual, the gnomes have to bring my game down a peg.
As if it could get any lower
I found out that one of the strollers is named the Twinbrook Stroller or something, so that had to be added to someone’s inventory just for Twinbrook’s namesake. Lol, I almost called it a pram for a second there 😀
“But we has strollurs ‘n ‘MERICA”
Yeah yeah, Dale. Potato, potato. Why are we walking Ronda by the graveyard again?
“Oh… no reason really.”
“An’ TADA! No more baby.”
…GO BACK UP THAT HILL AND GET THAT BABY BACK, DALE.
Weird, no one called for a party or took anyone home from work or school… I wonder who it could be *cocks shotgun*
Oh, it’s just Pilot Creeper. What the crap are you doing at the Secksies at this hour, Pilot?
“Donny told me to come by and visit!”
I actually thought about drowned, dead Donny the other day, and remembered the Donnie Darko movie, then remembered the talking bunny rabbit that only he could see… maybe it’s just me though <_<
There is nothing wrong with the house, Pilot.
“But everything is made of WOOD. I’M BORED.”
HEY, I thought it was a good theme for the living room, I’m aware that I suck with house design.
Oh crap, I’ve never seen so many gnomes gather in one place on their own before!
Aw, what’s that?
I named him after Pilot, who about ran him over on his way to break BOTH OF THE SPRINKLERS in every outfit he owned, which I didn’t catch on camera because I was distracted by something else.
Um… because it’s HIS house, Pilot.
“I have a new mem’ry! I’ll always remembur dat’ creepy lil’ Creeper boy comin’ into my hawse ‘n NAWT LETTIN’ ME SLEEP”
“…Well I WAS.”
What the CRAP, Pilot? I mean, I know you are a Creeper, but JEEZ.
“That’s only cus’ we ain’t gotten our makeovers yet, have we, Ronda?”
“Speak fur urself, DD. I’m already lookin’ gud if I do say so myself.”
“How come yew got the hat ‘n I didn’t?!”
For some reason, some hairs and clothes that showed up for Daisy’s makeover, didn’t show up at all for Ronda. I don’t think my game likes her too well or something.
So anyway, next time, Pat should grow up or something, and until then, say bye, Pilot.
“ZZZZ… Ronda is a baby again zzz…”
Damn crashes, DAME ERROR CODE 0! D:<