You know why I love wordpress? Because I finally finished uploading these final pictures for the last chapters weeks ago, and I’ve always put the pictures together in a chapter one by one. Every single one, and that’s at least 5000 pictures.
Now they just recently came out with an update on wordpress where I can insert multiple pictures, or whole chapters, up at one time.
I know there were easier options I could have done, but I’m hardheaded, stubborn, and so I probably deserved that. Moving on anyway.
Prepare yourself, because this chapter has an ass-ton of notification shots. It’s going to be that kinda chapter.
“Golly bum, I sure do luv me sum great grammbabiers. They jus’ pawp’ on outta my grandson’s baby mama like no tomorruh. Lookit’ dere, ‘nother one jus’ popped outta the wood work! I wonder where in our lineage that blawnde’ hair came from…”
“Oh, I’m nawt wunna’ yall… I’m jus’ here to do homework… that’s all…”
While we were visiting the Bayless’ house, Max Racket was also here. And apparently because of that, the game wanted to tell me Max’s life story for the week…
If he hasn’t, it isn’t stopping him from having babies with other women, namely Clark’s once again ex wife. I mean, I don’t blame her, especially since all her ex does is chase little girls around at the park now. Creeper.
Anyhow, this notification popped up right after Sugar announced she was with Max, so he thinks he’s some big player.
I swear, it’s like a human centipede of humping.
And then, back at the head of this centi-orgy, Max added another woman to his collection, this time it’s Elissa, while they were talking in the Bayless kitchen about how Elissa’s baby daddy just died.
“I’m so heartbroken! I have one of his babies and he died before he could change his will to say all his possessions were to go to me and our son! Now Gwayne owns everything, and I didn’t even get the good china!”
“It’s ok, there there, Elissa. I will be your friend… (friend with benefits, hehe… *”I’m nailing Elissa” notification*)”
This doesn’t count, Max.
“Oh sob, Pappy would never flip and freak out on me like this! He’d just take a couple of beers to the porch and sit outside until I was done crying! Not yell at me like that!”
Can you tell how much of a ladies man Max is?
I suppose it’s just as well. He really doesn’t need it.
“Yep, just stand still right quick and I will capture your very essence…”
“I really jus’ wanna kick you outta the household, Opal.”
“Oh, why nawt?”
“It’s filthy as hell. The kids went swamp-stompin’ and I haven’t had time to clean it out yet.”
“Oh ok then.”
Route failure at it’s finest.
Good thing ghosts don’t really have that problem.
“Saw faster, my love! I… can no longer feel my legs… I think this is the end for me, Opal. Goodbye my love…”
“Dammit, Bear. Get out of my ice block and go make dinner already.”
HB ON THE OTHER HAND
Go AWAY, HB.
“Naw, you’re jus’ wettin’ urself. Secksie tradition. It jus’ proves ur a Secksie through ‘n through. Now go take a bath.”
“Ain’t yew jus’ blossumin’ into a purdy young lady, Fancy! Makes me feel better that my ex wife left fur every other man in town!”
“I’m sure there’s a reason for that, Clark.”
“Um, Eagle. No. NO, Eagle! DAMMIT”
He just wants to fit in, Egret.
“Yo HB, ur story was shit! Yew couldn’t tell a gud ghost story if it jumped up ‘n bit you on the… NO CLARK, I DO NAWT WANNA PLAY HAND GAMES WITH YOU BEHIND A PARK BENCH”
“But… I play the best rounds of patty cake :(”
“How can yew be such a baby, GAW”
The family love, it’s here :3
“Sigh… I knew I should have just stayed home and had babies all day.”
I’m surprised she decided to sit there the whole time. She didn’t talk to Eagle, but she didn’t leave. How nice.
“Sigh, I’ll take care of the bill. Again.”
“Look, I’m NOT going to ‘carve’ you out of the ice like I did for Bear. You can move on now, buster.”
“Honey, wut’s tha’ matter?”
“I broke your statue all over the place! I just can’t do anything right! Sob!”
“Sniff, thanks dear.”
So supportive, I love these two.
I have to admit, proms are still the highlight of my teen sim experience.
Sorry, kid. That’s what you get for being born late. Maybe you will get your own prom when you are a teen. Probably not.
“Yeah, Fancy. Mama ‘n daddy said we can’t leave them behind jus’ to get to prom before the punch is spiked.”
“Yeah, but they float around sooo slowly… why can’t all the other ghosts figure out how to walk around normally like Unca’ Bear?”
That’s fine, Honey Boo. What do you see?
“Oh lawd, a whole bunch of crap. Hm, now I’m glad I missed out on this mess…”
Prepare yourself, here comes a shitstorm of notifications. (And they are all bad quality because as soon as prom started, my dog hopped up on the computer and messed up the video size somehow):
“GIT YO STANKIN’ HANDS OFF OF ME BOY! I’M TELLIN DADDY”
What the crap is the theme for this prom, Fight Club?
Eagle just fails in his own way.
This is starting to become the most entertaining prom I’ve ever been part of.
YOU GUYS ARE COUSINS YOU WERE RAISED TOGETHER
“We were all bathed together too”
“It’s alright, Beau, I already bodyslammed his ass on the dancefloor fur that mess.”
“Owie, mommy :(”
At least they are bonding.
“Damn, this is one ugly trashy dump. Who’d ever wanna come to live in a place like this?”
“‘Bout as awkward as her outfit too, Unca’ Bear.”
I see the educational system isn’t wasted on you, dear.
“We should all jus’ gown’head ‘n getta’ pontoon!”
Please, HB. I’m too broke to even get the new Seasons EP. You can’t even afford a floatie for the river at the moment, HAR HAR.
And for now, I am wrapping up this chapter. This is the second to the last one guys, and we’re going to start with some of the last of the simself updates…
“I couldn’t break up with her for long, I just find her so lovely. And she’s also my ride home. Also, she has my Xbox.”
You never should have happened, Garett.
“Don’t be silly, let’s Free Willy!”
This time we have cousins in the Secksie lineage. Make us proud you two.
You poor woman.
“MARRIAGE BRINGS OUT THE WORST IN PEOPLE, AND I CAN SEE WHY”
Guys, you were only married for five seconds…
And last but not least, the simself kids from this generation. Surprisingly, there weren’t as many as I thought there were, either that or kids are going missing again. Maybe that’s just a “thing” Twinbrook citizens like to do…
“I’m kinda sad, I suppose.”
“Well I don’t wanna be able to fly around town on Dumbo ears, thank you very much.”
Good for you.
“Phoenix and Pansy who?”
My thought’s exactly.
“Oh Benito, daddy’s stuck in the door again. Go get the socket wrench.”
“Sigh, dammit. Now I know why mama left us.”
Well, next chapter
IS LAST CHAPTER
IT’S ALL THE PHOTOS I HAVE LEFT
I MADE IT GUYS
WE ARE ALMOST THERE
I’M MORE EXCITED THAN I SHOULD BE