Hello again! New week, new chapter, same stupid sims. Let’s go.
With the birth of Honey Boo, five kids in one room got to be a bit much, and since Eagle and Egret really aren’t the focus of the legacy, they had to move out back into the garage shed with their parents Opal and Bear. They got an extension on the shed, with their own little dirt room floor.
Surprisingly, one of my favorite bedrooms on the lot anyway.
“Nawt so much my favorite room though. I can’t get into my bed. I’m not route failing, I jus’ don’t try.”
Eagle, it’s too early in the day for you to be stupid.
I tried to make him come to the other side of the bed through the wall to get to it, and it didn’t work. I extended the wall, and he still wanted to come to the other side of the bed, and still canceled out the command to sleep in it. Idiot.
Finally, I added a door to that side of the room and he finally realized that he was standing in front of the bed all along. He still didn’t even use the door, he floated through the wall like I had been trying to get him to do in the first place.
Please don’t be this stupid all the time, Eagle.
“Ur tellin’ me. I’d rather have that purple loser stuck in my bed than listen to this brat scream ’bout nothin’.”
Egret: “‘Bout fuckin’ time.”
Bear: “Don’t cuss, girl.”
Tater: “I no longer care, mail’s heer, la la la…”
Dolly: “Yew BETTER be purdy. I ain’t havin’ any more of yew lil’ bean bags.”
Alright, cross your fingers…
Taylor off screen: “Stop yelling at meeee ;_;”
AND A FACE CLONE. A FACE CLONE LITTLE BLONDE. I DO NOT WANT. BOOO, HONEY BOO, BOOOOO
And she’s a damn screamer for nothing (of course, I’m sure it’s probably that wretch coming out of Tater’s armpits. I’d probably cry too) Don’t expect to see any more of this kid until her next birthday.
Ugh, just looking at this kid gives me a hernia.
Great, who’s out past 9 in the morning now?
I suppose you are going to be haunting us 24/7 for a while now, huh?
“All up ’til the very end.”
“Fine… ain’t like the toilet isn’t already broke anyway.”
“Guys, the little ghost buddy from down the road is here, what do we do?!”
“Jus’ come on and come to the park wid’ us Chana! We gotta get outta here before the little brat gets any ideas and thinks he can hang out at our place!”
“I ended up hanging with more crazies. Who matches swim suits like that? Oh hold on, I think I hear my cellphone… strange, sounds like I forgot to take it out of my pocket before gettin’ in the pool…”
“Oh Unca’ Bear… I’m so glad yew came over because I got something haunted that I need yew to exorcise fur me…”
“I wish I didn’t have to live here with her…”
“Seriously. I jus’ pass on this altogether, Sugah.”
“Not sure why my mama has to do this every time someone comes over. Tired of coming in from school to this mess.”
Yeah, but right there on the sidewalk, Fancy?
“Dammit, I knew I should have signed up for an after-school activity.”
“Uh, no… jus’ in third grade, sir.”
“Well ain’t that jus’ some’in. I gotta’ propersitshuh’ fur yah. ‘N yew can make a looooot of moo’lah… lots and LOTS of moo’lah…”
“Hey, I offered tuh pay ya fur it kid! I LOVE playin’ tag! Now come on, I gawt all night, girleh…”
Great, now this freak is her best friend. Why
Dale, Tater hasn’t slept in that bed since he became a widower. Don’t make him do something he don’t want to do. Besides, YOU can go nap upstairs in that bed if you want to nap so damn hard.
“That’s ok kid! Besides, your mother was delicious!”
“Nah, I jus’ came in to gaw over my sweet lil’ grandson! I love ya, Beau! Ok, that’s all, gonna go make breakfast now guys.”
Even the older sims are ignoring HB.
NO, where the crap are your pants?! WHY did you change your everyday?!
“Do you really expect us to wear the same outfit everyday for the rest of our lives?! That’s not realistic!”
Niether is sitting around butt naked in just a striped shirt!
YES, I am NOT going back on my word! All sims will be punished for taking their pants off with whatever pants are lying around! My controlled sims are NOT excluded from this rule!
“Well this just sucks.”
As a worker in the fashion career, you should know.
“Dolly, can you do something with your grandfather trying to eat my tongue out*smothered*”
“Jus’ here to make this picture look so damn gud”
Dale, you are starting to be a bother, now.
“Aww, I’d love a lil gift frum mah fav’rite lil chica, any day! Wut is it?!”
“It’s all our collective IFs from this generation, I really need to pawn these off on someone so we’ll stop heerin’ bout’em everytime one of us kids sits around the house wid’ nothin’ better to do.”
“Aw, I will treasure them always.”
Well, maybe Clark is good for something.
“It’s ur birthday, Beau! ‘N I’m tryina’ throw ya a party… if anyone will show up.”
Dolly: “Yeah, kid, ur gonna be prudy, but ur gonna look like me. So it ain’t nothin’ new.”
Beau: “So supportive, mama.”
Kraig: “It would be so cool if I could get in there and have some cake :(”
I know, if only there was some sort of door-like device you could find that would let you in the house…
“No way I’m standing on the porch with people who can’t tell their butts from their heads. If I’m coming to a party, Kraig pouting at the porch window isn’t going to get in my way of the front door.”
“Hello ladies! Yeah, I’ll give you a gud workout anytime!”
“Any time, kiddo!”
“Um, Grandpa, why is Beau stupid as bird shit?”
Unflirty, way to dig your hole deeper you dork.
“My dad is unflirty.”
Yeah, but Bear is Bear. He can make it work. You, not so much dear.
Sounds like a plan to me.
“Wooo! My wife is being groped from behind by one of my best friends!”
“Yeah mom! Git it!”
Why do you have to be so blonde? Now she’s a kleptomaniac. Sigh.
YES, YES I WAS
AND I BLAME HB
“Actually I’m nawt happier. I ain’t sharing’ the spot light wid’ ya, I hope yew know that HB.”
Fancy is the cutest. I think if this legacy continued, she’d probably be heir instantly.
You managed to catch fire this time. Oh.
“Honey, just fart or something, darn.”
“~I think about ya day and night, it’s only riiiight”
“Sure am, I got the little purple kid to help me sing it for you, just for you love!”
“GAAUGH, ur cheesy little romantic crap is making me sick!”
“STOP, I DON’T LIKE ROMANCE”
Maybe… I shouldn’t be here…
“I’m still worried about why you bother to take me back and forth from the museum like this. I’m also worried about why I can still talk…”
“Well… technically, you are dead now too.”
“I’m sorry baby doll… but I must go see your grandpapa Ken now…”
“Well, your family seems to care a lot, Mr. Secksie…”
“Death, you are a jerk.”
RIP Tater. I will miss you the most. You were a sweetie.
Fancy: “Wut can I say, I know style. Much better thanna’ uncoordinated hobo-lookin’ dresser like yew.”
Snob. I did let her keep her own random outfit too.
You guys depress me sometimes.
I don’t know why I expected her to be older now. Oh well.
End of chapter update stuffs now.
God I feel so bad for that passer-by.
Rochelle seems to finally realize she’s dating her son. Maybe while they hate each other now, they’ll break up? One can only hope.
Alright, guys. You remember last chapter I said something about my ISBI. So here it is, if you would like to read it you are welcome to! I think it’s going to be great, and it’s nice to have a new project to work on…
You know, considering there are only two Secksie chapters left to this legacy here…
Have a good day!