Day 27
GRR! Angry Duey!
That's like the third time since I moved them in this tub broke.
This is what everyone did from I swear to you 1:30am until 7:45am Sim time. Everybody else was asleep. This was fuck all boring.
HELLS YEAH.
Oh boy!
And look!
Even oldschool Grandpappy Death Toilet's making a comeback!
I can't fucking believe I'm getting nostalgic over things that happened less than six months ago.
Now this is a picture worth a thousand words.
Two weird dads make obvious best friends.
Pop quiz hotshot! Which one of these two best friends is a total queen?
Trick question!
I don't know where I'm going with this. Or where I went for that matter.
"Get the fuck out!"
He shoes everyone out of the kitchen presumably to spongebathe in the sink,
...so once he clears the kitchen, he wanders off to the privacy of the downstairs bathroom.
This is getting fucking stupid. Once again, both baths and a shower is open.
Well, this is something new. They're just sitting on their asses in the dining room and shooting the shit.
ObMeiste walks past Otik in order to... uh... clap and cheer at the crib and changing station I bought. Otik nearly pukes because Ob's hygiene's in the red.
Oh, hey look! Etcha's paying bills again.
What a wild man. He's crazy like a librarian.
I thought I screenshotted it, but there was a brief lunch moment when ObMeiste, Rathen and GIIRyudo were having lunch, and it was not difficult to imagine the conversation...
"Pass the salt."
"Childbirth is a beautiful thing."
"Till your kid is killed for running his mouth a bit too long and hard like this was some backwater fuckin' Chinese province I will tell you what. Pass the salt please."
"So what happens? Is it going to chew its way out or stretch out my butt or oh my god am I going to pass the world's worst kidney stone...
"Childbirth is a beautiful thing!"
"I just showed up with a kid and I don't know how the fuck that happened, I think it was a reward for shooting my mouth off and WOULD YOU PASS THE FUCKING SALT"
Hey, holy shit. We've got our second maxed out stat, and I only noticed because Otik had no progress meter for Creativity over his head while playing the drums. Nice.
For hours, NOTHING really. They're being really boring. I'm finding myself wishing for something like a weasel-bomb I can set off to spice things up.
If you're curious, I envision a weasel-bomb to be a box that you insert somewhere and make it blow up and then there are weasels like fucking everywhere. Maybe even some of those small monkeys that they train to assist the blind except they're not very helpful or very well trained for that matter and it makes the Sims all flip their shit and go buckwild until someone calls animal control.
Now, animal control isn't animal control, so much as scary machine gun toting fuckers in body armor like the bad guys from FEAR, and they use both automatic fire and telepathy that either turns monkeys and weasels inside out, or just rips their skin off of their glistening muscles and they run around screaming in pain for a while before dying in a red pool on the carpet.
It was boring for long enough for me to think out this horrible apocalyptic scene of carnage just geared at amusing me.
That looks really, really fucking appetizing.
Course, he had to go and fuck it all up.
Well. It's midnight on this both eventful AND boring, barren day. Usually the game graces me with something I can work with for a decent closer...
Oh well. I think I might've used up all my joke karma potshotting Will & Grace.