THE PEET LEGACY: GENERATION 8.0 -PART 2-
Llama: I AM HAVING SERIOUS SMILEY DEPRIVATION.
QUICK EVERYBODY SMILE AT LLAMA-BOY.
Regina: lol I don't know what is going on here but I am going to smile~
Good job, Reg.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ELENA. YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL WITH FRANCES HE IS GENTLE. HIS BONES ARE MADE OF /PORCELAIN/
How could you be so careless?
Regina: Who needs love I HAVE MY MIRROR.
Elena: That is a valid point, Regina. *primprimprimp*
Regina: *primpprimprimpprimp*
Frances: ..:(
~POPPIN DA QUESTION~
I think this facial expression was made for this guy. It accentuates his features ~so perfectly~
Elena is most likely just happy to see her reflection in it.
Regina: This marriage proposal and hamburger have reminded me to call up MooCow.
Elena celebrates her marriage proposal by...bathtub playing. Really, I do not think she is well.
This is the type of woman the Frances in my game is interested in. :\ I think he's broken.
WHAT THE FUCK, REPOMAN.
Frances: I don't like this. At all.
Frances: STOP DOING THAT. HEY--HEY, STOP DOING THAT. YOU LOOK STUPID.
Click to viewI do not lie. (here is a gif)
PS: Frances is such an asshole. He talks shit about everyone he has ever met. Except for Elena, but I'm sure he'll do that eventually, too.
FRANCES IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT COUCH WOOHOO. SO EXCITED I AM GOING TO HAVE NIGHTMARES TONIGHT.
I guess this is just all-around creepy facial expressions that you make while having sexy tiems-time.
While creepy facial o-faces were being formed, Regina yelled at a mirror.
;________;
I fear for the children. And Frances. His poor delicate heart (which is also made of porcelain) is not able to handle this.
Elena: EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM I HAVE TO LOOK AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR FOR TWO HOURS. GEEZ.
Elena's kind of a bitch. :(
THEN EVERYONE GRADUATED AND ELENA IS HEIRESS BECAUSE I WANT FRANNYBABBYS.
Oh...Oh GOD FRANCES WHY IS THAT YOUR WOOHOO HAIR?
All. Over. Each. Other. (all the tiiiiime)
Elena: Oh, BALLS, I can't see my face in this. ;_; WHERE IS FRANCES HE NEEDS TO TELL ME I AM PRETTY ;O;
Abigail: the voices in my head SOMETHING IS TELLING ME I SHOULD HATE YOU.
I hate the world sometimes~
STOP SINGING IN THE BATHROOM. TOILETS DO NOT HAVE EARS. OR STUFF.
Elena: *pukes*
Aleysa: OH MY GOD I JUST CLEANED THAT TOILET ;____; AND WE'RE ALL OUT OF SCRUBBING BUBBLES. I HATE MY LIFE.
Abigail: AW SHIT BITCHES BETTER NOT BE THROWING UP IN TOILETS.
Well, they are. But Michael saves the day by singing for ~peace~
All.
The time. They seriously never out of the bathroom. THE BATHROOM IS NOT AUDIENCE FOR YOUR SINGING OKAY.
This is basically all Elena does all day. She is not capable of doing anything else I think.
Sometimes she gets excited for weather, too.
Weather that is not happening at all. Crazy broad.
Armando: This grilled cheese sandwich tastes like FART.
Abigail: ....:D
Elena: HAY BBGRL HOW YOU DOING YOU LOOKING FINE TODAY.
Frances: Dear Diary, Elena is pregnant and naked and she is farting bubbles.
Frances: I don't think I like that.
Elena had the worst pregnancy ever. She kept passing out every 2 seconds. Then she'd starve then she'd complain about something else. God, Worthington spawn is DIFFICULT ALREADY.
INAPPROPRIATE.
Frances is an alcoholic now. What draws all of this legacy's spouses to alcoholism?
Probably this.
and this.
...and you know what? NEVER MIND I GET IT NOW.
Aleysa: I HATE THINGS. ALL KINDS OF THINGS. EVEN ROCKS. /EVEN/ /GNEISS/
Armando: I know. :|
Frances: :(
Aleysa: HUGS?!
Frances: What the fuck? No, nonononononono.
Aleysa's random outburst of affection INDUCED ELENA'S LABOR.
So they get married afterwards.
With their daughter, Victoria and Javi in his underwear to witness the beautiful event~
Victoria: HALP
Elena: ARRRR DO YE GOTS MY BOOTY.
Frances: MY BABY HATES ME :(
Yehp, Frances and Elena are just the most suitable parents ever.
Butler: OH GOD LOOK AT THIS TRASH. I HATE THIS TRASH. THIS TRASH IS SINISTER.
What the shit, my sims have a pussy-butler. :\
Which makes Frances cry, while everyone else drinks moar.
So Frances joins.
Butler: lol I kind of caused that.
THE PEETS HAVE /RUINED/ FRANCES J. WORTHINGTON III. FOREVER.
This is why we can't have nice things. :(
Armando: Ohhhhhh bawwwwwww, WHEN WAS THERE A BABY BORNED? :(
Holy shitballs, Victora's ADORABLE.
SJSKJDKDJSDKDJS What the hell.
Bah, sorry if this was choppy, I've been really busy lately and I FINALLY had time to update.~~