LOL my title. I tried taking three words and cramming them together to make a spoiler. I FAIL
Anyway, who’s ready for a Secksie time?!
“Come and listen to my story ’bout a man named Pat
Skinny hairy man with a CC farmer hat
Then one day he was eggin’ up a house
And out of the corner popped up his future spouse.
(Bella, that is, Texas tramp, Black-haired gold-digger.)”
And ole’ Simis said, Pat, move away from there
Said Summer Hill was the place he ought to be
So Pat packed up his kinfolk and headed for the sea.
They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in-“
*Sound of the radio being changed*
Dale: “ERR’ BODY IN THE CLUB GETTIN’ TIPSY”
Everyone else: “DAMMIT DALE WE WERE LISTENING TO THAT, CHANGE IT BACK”
“So, ur nawt surious Pat. We aren’t really gonna live in a field next to ur gurlfrien’s hawse, right? Ur jokin’! Right?!”
“Wut part of us sellin’ the ole’ hawse ‘n movin’ our stuff heer makes yew think this is a joke?”
“Of COURSE he’s jokin’ hon! Cuz’ if it’s nawt, I’d pop a cap up ‘n his ass!”
“Wut’s taken’ her so long, this was her damn idea in the first place!”
If you look carefully, you can see DD’s plumbob way back there. Haha, slowass.
“I know, especially that big blindin’ one that jus’ popped up over the hill”
That’s what happens when DD takes her precious time getting down to the beach.
“Cliched shock and yes I will marry yew!”
How nice, guys.
I wanted to be lazy and not give a tour, but I spent four days on this shit, so here we go.
First off, all CC courtesy of Club Crimsyn, Modthesims, The Sims Resource, some Skehrer finds, and other sources that I really need to just make a list of ._.
Next door is a little barn, that dispite all the paneling being the same color as the corners, it came out shiny and really bothersome. I didn’t want a red barn, but I didn’t want the barn to glisten either.
And yes, next to the barn is a pen, with a pig in it.
Next to it is the fancy guest dining room which I forgot to take a photo of, but after the Secksies destroy the kitchen with trash, we’ll see it soon enough.
“An’ nobody better come up heer and fuck this room up wid’ their dirty clothes and shit.”
Not like they haven’t tried.
Sadly, some members of the family couldn’t make the move, as some of the gnomes got stuck just outside of the old house’s boundaries, and couldn’t be packed up and moved. I was very sad, seeing as most of them were my first gnomes. So long, morons.
“Will Boom-Boom be happy stuck like this forever?”
“BOOTYBOOTYBOOTYBOOTY ROCKIN’ EVERYWHERE”
“To be stuck with you too morons for the rest of my life… oh just kill me now.”
The first thing that happened at the new house was Bun’s, DD’s, and Ronda’s graduation, which all happened AT the new house as well, seeing as Bun got lost in the living room and couldn’t get out of the house.
He was voted most likely to burn his house down by his class. No surprise there.
“Yep, sho looks like it!”
Bun from inside the house: “RESET! RESET! COME ON, RESET! Oh fuck this, I’m gonna get a sammich.”
“I called all the guests, set up all the party favurs’, I think I did a dayum’ gud job if I do say so mahself!”
Good, now stop taking three hours putting on your swim trunks. It’s a beach party, not a farming convention
unlike last time.
BUT… a round pool may not have been such a bright idea, because even though sims have evolved the mentality to get out of a pool without a ladder, they still seem uncomfortable with curves.
“Ohs wells, I must have forgotten! Silly me! :D”
Not really helping her case, is she.
“OMG Pat, is so shiny! This totally makes up for your party sucking so much!”
The party is just fine, you bimbo.
Ok, so I looked it up, and he starved to death, but that isn’t here or there.
No one invited you, you and RP were disowned last chapter! D:<
Because not only is it a Fourth of July beach party, it’s also a Fourth of July beach wedding!
“Oh Bun! Yes, yes I do!”
“Ew no, smelly.”
“Oh, yes, yes I do!”
“Fuck yew bitch, I’m out.”
At least Ginny looks like she cares.
“Why won’t anyone use the pool I worked so hard on :(”
I know, it’s so sad, isn’t it?
“Naw papa, I’m just fine grillin’ mah grapes frum where yew are.”
“Yew sure? *Elbows in face* HUH, HUH, yew sure now?!”
“I’m FINE, papa.”
“DAD GET OUT OF MAH CHEST”
“Took them long enough…”
“Um, guys, I think I’m getting a sand rash ‘n mah tuxedo.”
“Well wut the hell were yew expectin, yew were cookin’ grapes!”
“I’m more ‘mazed that yew ain’t wearin’ no clothes! Now that’s horrifyin’!”
“WOOO, I’m a married woman, *hic* baby, back that thang up mah way! I’ve had *hic* one WAAAY too many…”
And so, next time: THE TEENAGERS OF GENERATION 8
Ok, that’s a lie, I’m getting way too ahead of myself now. V_V