Welcome to the Clover County Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
Warning: this journal may contain uncensored nudity, violence, profanity and sexual themes.
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And now for something completely indifferent.
At least it’s short.
Deborah: Can we be civil to each other this time?
Boring nobodies don’t have civil rights.
Deborah: I’ve been thinking of starting a support group for characters near the killing-off threshold. You in?
Brittany: FOR SOME REASON
Deborah: Hey, you’re kinda cute!
Brittany: Wow, thanks! You’re too repulsive to look at, though.
Brittany: I’m serious, I think you cause retinal scarring.
Deborah: I can try, if you like.
Solidarity forever.
What.
Deborah: HELP
Deborah: Okay! Off to work.
What just hap-
Deborah: OKAY OFF TO WORK
Okay.
Yay! I forgot you existed.
Wow, it’s an entire household of that!
Jerome: What do you think of daddy’s outfit, princess?
Shiloh: Where were you working, the YMCA?
Shiloh: You’re so stupid daddy, I love you.
Jerome: I’ll take what I can get.
Rebecca: I’m special.
As Deborah’s daughter, you’d have to be.
Rebecca: I mean the good kind of special.
I don’t know what that is.
Nick: Everybody loves me. I’m a cool kid.
Jerome: TELL ME YOUR SECRETS.
Carolina: Wow, a B+! Way to go, kid!
Rebecca: I got an A+.
Carolina: Anything higher than a B+ is a lie.
Jerome: Beat it, kid, or I’ll run you over with my car.
Nick: Like how you ran your ex-wife over with your car?
Jerome: Exactly! Except nobody will miss you.
Rebecca: Is a little respect too much to ask for?
Carolina: Pretty much, yeah.
Rebecca: They’re ignoring me, mommy.
Deborah: Do what I do: plot to kill them all eventually.
Jerome: Who the heck is that?
Carolina: Is that woman with you, Nick?
Nick: All women are with me.
Rebecca: DIE
Deborah: The word is “catch,” stupid.
Shiloh: Don’t go easy on me ‘cuz I’m a girl. Go easy on me ‘cuz I’m a pretty girl.
Nick: A pretty dead girl!
Deborah: I think we need to set up some boundaries.
Jerome: Set the first one up outside the door when you leave.
Nick: YOU’RE CUTE. Bang! Got you with cooties.
Shiloh: Are word cooties a thing?
Shiloh: And then he tried to give me a concussion.
Rebecca: ♪ Shiloh’s got a boy-friend! ♪
Shiloh: What does he do when we get married, shoot a missile at me?
Jerome: Deborah, I’ve been thinking. Wouldn’t you be a lot happier with your own house?
Deborah: This is my own house.
Jerome: I try not to think about that.
Jerome: Okay, new topic. Rebecca! You need to teach her how to study.
Deborah: Um, no? She’s gonna grow up cute. All she needs to learn is how to manipulate smarter people.
Nobody is calling you. Nobody knows you.
Shiloh: That’s not what my imaginary friend says!
Shiloh: She is also my imaginary therapist.
Jerome: What a wonderful life we have here!
Vicki: Be a shame if somebody SHIT ON IT
Jerome: Don’t look at the axe murderer. Her visual acuity is based on movement.
Deborah: Yep, you were right! That is a re-used joke.
Carolina: Even better, look here! THIS is a re-used joke too!
Shiloh: YOU’re a re-used joke.
Jerome: Hey baby.
Carolina: Not funny.
Not funny either.
Jerome: Watch out for the vast blue emptiness!
Deborah: Will do.
There, happy now?
I think these sleeping arrangements need to be… re-arranged.
Deborah: THANK you!
I think Deborah’s bed should go outside.
Jerome: I’d be pretty pumped about sleeping with my wife…
Carolina dreams about the only way a school teacher can get rich.
A dream come true!
Jerome: I don’t know about this, it feels like we’re stealing from the people.
That’s a pretty poor attitude for a city planner!
Deborah: Hey kid, what’s happening?
Rebecca: Don’t pander.
Deborah: Hello, all my sexy girl friends! Let’s stand around in our underwear and talk about pop culture!
This isn’t working.
Deborah: THEN WE CAN DO JOKES ABOUT BEING MARRIED
THIS ISN’T WORKING
Deborah: MARRIED PEOPLE LOVE THOSE JOKES!
Carolina: If you kill her, try to do it in a way that doesn’t wreck any of my stuff.
Carolina: But definitely do kill her.
Elle: I AM YOUR MAID, NOT YOUR FRIEND. You can’t buy friendship!
I beg to differ.
Next time: The House of Black and Yellow.