“Bla bla bla, yes dear…”
I’m just happy the horses are still happy.
“Yes sir, due whenever.”
“Of course not!”
“So then, wut the hell are ya?!”
“Wut?! Onna’dem monster people things?! But I coulda sworn all dem Hidden Springer folk were elves ‘r nice things like that!”
“Nope! Well, just me! I went to live with the Hidden Spring people when I was forced out of my tribe because I was way too beautiful for my own good.”
“Yeah, Pat! Ever eat a man whole before? Stewed in rabbit parts over a fire of his own village? It’s actually quite tasty!”
“Psst, Tater, you think your father really believes that little joke? Hee hee!”
“Sigh, I believe yew’ve jus’ been gittin’ on Bear’s Skyrim too much, dear…”
“Pfft, I’m a Nord on that game.”
In other news, Pat lost Buck since he kept him in his pants for too long and he got loose, so another one was bought. This is Chester III, named after Chester II, whom I had as a young child to replace Chester, because I’m always keeping squirrels =_=
“I don’t wanna die on an empty stomach!”
“I ur da horse! I don’t know what I doing!”
“Bwa ha ha, I shall hold this dog for ransom, and when his owners come looking for him, I will make them pay a lot of money for their dear beloved animal!”
“I just wanted half of that sandwich in your pocket…”
Lynyard: *throws up half of Pat’s garden*
“COUGH, ow, I thought grammpaw trained this horse…”
If Dale taught the horse anything, I’m sure it had to go along his standard’s of ‘gangsta’. Or ‘douchebag’. Because this is how this horse is acting
“Soooo… am I supposed to be a janitor ‘r somethin’?”
Even BETTER 😀
“I feel like Blade, only without all the vampirism ‘n the Westley Snipesness.”
“Whaaat? Can’t a girl admire a hunky sexy alien man in his sleep? I’m not touching him, he still has his clothes on and everything! I’m being good!”
“Feild research my son. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Zzz… gotta kill that horse for hurting Tater…zzz…”
Not exciting at all.
“Dammit, Ken, always gotta go ‘n take all the ‘tten’shun, don’t ya?”
“NO TIME FOR YOU TO BE RANDOMLY MEAN TO ME TATER, IT’S MY PRETEND UTERUS AGGGHHH”
“Yay, my papa doesn’t know wut to do in this sit’iation either! We’re doomed :D”
“I’m not looking forward to actually having this baby at all. Why couldn’t you play the mommy role, Tater?!”
“Next time, babe. Now git in there ‘n bring us back a purdy one!”
Named after Dolly Parton, the highly respected country singer of Dollywood.
“She’s brave and… I don’t know. She’s pink.”
I see daddy Ken is probably going to play favorites.
“Doesn’t he have the horses he’s been dyin’ to play wid’ waitin’ fur ’em or somethin? I wanna play with the baby now!”
When he turned it up Dolly got nauseous but I didn’t take a photo of it because it was just a screaming baby. I guess an Exorcist vomit scene would have been too much anyway.
“WAAAH GRAMMY’S BEIN’ A HO, DADDY”
“I know sweetheart, she’s always like this… just keep your fly zipped up and don’t make eye contact with her and you will be just fine…”
Tater offscreen: “MAMA PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON”
Eh, this is good enough. *jazz hands and right into Tater’s inventory it goes*
No, but this is my first gnome since leaving them all behind in Sunset. It’s a little horsie gnome! Cute as hell too ❤
Bah, speaking of the horses, they keep getting into Pat’s garden, who, by the way, also left the four perfect plants that he had for his LTW also in Sunset, apparently. He keeps losing virtually everything he grows to Lynyrd and horse Bella.
So I finally blocked off the horses pathways with a fence on one side, and a… head of cattle on the other.
It may be a statue, but I think this is the single best sims 2 conversion CC EVER.
“TATER, DOLLY’S STILL IN THE SWING”
“I DON’T CAAARRE”
“Can’t I just bite him now?”
PLAY NICE CLETUS. Bear came running when the stray returned, but he ran off before Bear even got to the front door. How does the game expect us to adopt strays if they keep running off so quickly?
“I hate everyone that isn’t Bella and Bella and Bear and Dale, and DALE’S DEAD, I am forever an asshole now!”
Fiiiine, Ken will have to befriend the untamed Bella now. Horse Bella.
“Well, I still seem to have a pretty rocking bod and complexio-OH HELL MY FOREARM”
“Oh Pat, yaw’ wan’t believe wut happened to us yesturday! Me ‘n Tate went to the doctur’ yesturday cuz ole’ Tate’s been complainin’ of stomach pains fur a while, ‘n that ole’ quack took one look at’em ‘n said my husband had this thing called “Afetus”. AFETUS! I dunno wut that is, but if it’s anythin’ like my alzhimers, it’s prolly gonna be like that time me ‘n Tate went to the hospital cuz ole’ Tate’s was complainin’ ’bout stomach pains…”
Hmm, I wouldn’t have any idea what that would be about * suspicious whistling noises*
HE GETS THAT FROM PAT APPARENTLY
Shanon: “Apparently so. I hope that’s not contagious…”
Ronda and DD’s family are all stuffed into one tiny house together because I said so. It’s a miracle they haven’t all moved out yet.
Grady: “We don’t even own a single car, daddy!”
Bun: “Just keep runnin’ boys! We should be able to reach the hideout before morning comes!”
“I’M OLD, DAMMIT!”
NOT ON THE BABY. GUYS. WHY CAN’T YOU BE NORMAL SIMS FOR ME JUST ONCE?!
NOT THIS AGAIN. WHY. Why does this ALWAYS happen to this family?!
“I can’t ;_; my bladder’s wreaked…”
Nascar: *WON’T STOP BEING DEAD FOR ONCE*
Ah fuck it, GO FOR THE RECORD, KEN! It’s seven by the way!
*loses it at five*
Oh you bitch.
“But… I thought my toy loved me :(“
Bear did another job at the graveyard after saving the squeaky newspaper from an angry spirit whom it had murdered a few years back, and I left him alone long enough to come back to him funny facing Gracey Loveland.
“Boo! Ha ha, I am ghost man!”
“Bleh bleh bleh ha ha!”
“Gasp! You are a hero to society, son!”
Selling out, I see.
“As if I wasn’t unloved already…”
“CAN I ADOPT POOR KITTY?!”
NO Bear, you already want to adopt things you can’t!
“Don’t care, gonna be stuck halfway on the porch forever cuz I are such smart horse, herp derp!”
After their baby Kip was given away to the foreign immigrant looking guy, Bertram, Tate and Esme died within 5 hours of each other. Tate first, then Esme went around and made all kinds of enemies with people, and then croaked as well.
Sarah here decided to date her own creation, so Derrick
escaped moved out of my simselves place and moved in with her.
Yeah! got me some Thor now, baby!
And, speaking of simself children:
I know male Sabrina looked “weird”, but if she doesn’t grow up looking more like “me”, I’d consider sueing for the child support back if I was the father (oh dear).
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.”
If anybody is curious, the cowplant figure is in this forum. That’s how much I recommend this awesome thing :O