It’s been an… interesting week for me, with everything being due and exams coming up and all that fun, exciting college stuff, but I got this under control. Maybe. No I don’t.
Here’s a chapter.
“Don’t mind me back here, being a loser and hanging out with my only friend… uh…this yard bench. Yeah…”
I did manage to look up their traits. He’s got a good sense of humor though.
“This bench keeps me in good spirits for being so forever alone.”
So he’s optimistic. At least he has that.
“Come on Fancy… we’re gonna leave these crazy people ‘n find our own place in this crazy world, we don’t need no legacy family anymo’. We’ll follow the train tracks to the big city ‘n find our destiny”
And so Tater and Fancy left and we never saw them again.
I’ve seen it before, but it was an empty lot with no real name other than “community lot”, and I never see any sims come here. It’s just an old warehouse no one uses other than midnight drug dealings and prostitution rings, I’m sure.
There isn’t anything even in the building, it’s just an empty shell I guess Twinbrook just happens to have for our tweaking pleasure. I’ve never seen it utilized though, so how about we buy it and do something with this building.
So there, the family bought it, and it was turned into the Secksie Museum of Family History, which is where trinkets and items from the legacy were put on display. For example, there’s a replica of the damn statue Leroy picked up and got stuck in the inventory of at least one person every generation since (Dolly is the current Keeper of the Statue), Tater’s chair from the holloween event, Bear’s pet ghosts, various trophies and awards, what we are fairly certain was Dodge’s time machine, and Bloaty, dead and stuffed and on display with Lynyrd’s urn, along with his own little “ashbox” to call his own.
Hey, he was an old pig, ok?
And finally, a photo booth for tourists and visitors to show family and friends back home. Or in Dolly’s and Taylor’s case, a new sexy time place for baby making. Yeah they are still trying. I can’t seem to get the jingle going on this go around.
“OOOH, if Ken wus heer, he’d be so ashamed of his lil’ gurl taintin’ our new museum…”
“Are you kidding, Tater? If he was here it would be YOU and him in that photobooth.”
“Sniff, ur right, taxurdurmized’ Bloateh.”
“I think this is BS that I have to share a display with the pig.”
“Hey, I’m not all that pleased with randomly finding out that I’m stuffed and forced to entertain gawkers in an old warehouse either.”
He hasn’t been seen since.
Since she was technically raised by the ghosts, Opal did the honors.
“I don’t want to do the honors anymore.”
“Stylin’ n’ profilin’, hawney”
“Look Sindney, I love Ironman as much as the next gurl, but again? We’ve done this four times already!”
“Shut it, green girl. I’ll sing it again if I damn well please and there’s nothing you, or my drunken state of mind, are going to do about it.”
Aw, come on little cave man dude, don’t hit the poor little precious horsie…
…Nevermind Kentucky, bash it. Bash it quickly!
Dammit Garret, don’t you have enough mental problems as it is. With you dating your mother and all that?
What a jem of a man. Rochelle must be very proud to call you son and boyfriend.
“Zzzz… mmhmm, I’ll wait until the movie comes out, zzz…”
Strangely enough, Tater has been sleeping in the laundry room ever since Ken died. No one has slept in their bed since then. It’s so sad.
“Oh, didn’t mean to spook you, but I just really wanted to play 😦 But about the same time my boss tried to call me into work, I realized that I’m kinda stuck to your floor… all the pee got sticky and I’m stuck. Can you call my mommy and tell her I’m going to be late in tonight?”
Please don’t come back, Garret.
“Sorry Dolly, I’ve lost something very important and kinda need to check the washing machine for it…”
So that’s where she’s been all this time.
“I’m sorry Fancy, he’s just attracted to it because the color makes him feel better about himself.”
After about 4800 of those things in a couple generations, I want a sure-fire way to get rid of them too sometimes.
Oh dear, please back away from the camera please…
“I need ur attention though D: we are friends.”
“Nawt at this rate we ain’t, boy.”
“Well dern, this motherin’ thang ain’t all that bad. Ok lil’ gurl now this is how ya take a radiatur outta a 1972 El Camino, ‘n case yew ever gotta do that ‘n yew ain’t got no man to do it for ya yet…”
“But mama, we were readin’ To Killa’ Mawkin’ burd…”
“Aw, she’s kinda sweet when she ain’t givin’ us all that mean death glare she gawt from her daddy. It took no time to bore her to sleep with this car manual. Now, to sneak out and let her sleep peacefully in the laundry room…”
“Really mama. Really?!”
“Say a damn thing about how my nose stretches weirdly with I glower, ‘n I’ll slap ur face.”
No, it’s her eyes. They are yellow, and no one in the direct family line have ever had yellow eyes. Dolly and Taylor are both really dark eyed, and when I went to check the grandparents, they all have dark eyes as well, on both sides of the family.
Checking the family tree, the only person I can find with this eye color was Sam, and that’s way out in left field.
“Well my daddy better be mah daddy if ur sayin’ wut I think ur sayin’.”
Trust me, Taylor is her daddy. No surprise mama-daddy drama this generation, I promise that.
“I am special, mother dearest.”
“I have seen some shit.”
This is the last baby this generation, our very own little Honey Boo, named after our most loved southern baby beauty pagent competitor. Sadly, I couldn’t fit Honey Boo Boo all in there, and Honey Boob was too tempting. She is good and easily impressed. I hope she’s good and impressive. I’m calling this the last baby even if I get another face clone, PLEASE DON’T BE A FACE CLONE
You got school in the morning you little shit, go to bed already.
“I COULDN’T STOOOOOOP”
It is unlucky that you are so cute. I’m never going to leave you alone now.
“Me ‘n you are best friends, Beau! Right?! Right?!”
“Why does no one like me?!”
Wait a minute…
EVERYTHING ON YOUR FACE IS FAILING D:
“My brother’s a goober.”
What is it lately, Everyone Just Creep Up On The Camera Week?! Back up, already.
“Wassup wid all these damn ghosts lately?! I thought Unca’ Bear killed yall all already.”
“But… that’s my dad…”
“Aw, they tickle! And they are sooo pretty!”
“Git bent, yew sister screwer, we ain’t interested in ur scrawny ass at all.”
“Besides, you are standing on the hedgehog. Move along, please.”
“Oh NOOOO, a ghost!!”
Also, I think that snake is poisonous. Say goodbye to Sundrop.
“Yeah, I wanted to play chess, jus’ nawt wid’em. First off, I don’t really know how. I need a car jack by the way. I’m trapt in the chess table.”
“Well, speakin’ of Eagle, where did he run off to?”
“Oh so this is what the boy’s bathroom looks like…”
OK, TAL STILL ISN’T DEAD YET, APPARENTLY HE’S GETTIN’ SOME NEW SIMSELF BOOTY
Alright, I checked the remainder of my photos and this is the last thing he did when he was alive. Hannah got out lucky this time.
Alright then, NOW R.I.P. Tal. About time.
There’s always other Twinbrooks with dead baby Lees in it somewhere.
Now, I will go back to schoolwork, since in the past two hours it took to write this I could have been smart and work on other things.
Like the ISBI I plan on starting to post tomorrow.
OR my schoolwork. Yeah that.