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| Baby's getting loved on. | 
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| Baby's getting squished. | 
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| Baby sucks. | 
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| Rachel's still alive, but "well" is a different story. She has gone bananas. | 
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| I suppose it could have been worse. At least it's enormous and uses every possible color. | 
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| Logan's still privately investigating things, this time for some sort of evil child. Whom I actually thought was a boy until I noticed the shoes. What is happening with this game and footwear? | 
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| "I will pay you extra not to tell me the old bull/young bull joke." Get on your way, Logan - you have a meeting with a hipster. Or whatever the hell is going on with him. | 
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| Don't bother asking him if the scissors in his house are broken, he only liked scissors when they weren't mainstream. | 
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| Good job, now he's sharing his latest spoken word poem about feminism. | 
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| But, at least Logan got the information he needed so he could get paid. Then immediately fireball the little brat. Well-played. | 
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| What's happening here is unclear, but the hive mind/pool thing is still going strong. | 
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| Good grief, nothing distracts them from their romance. Try having that baby, Frida, I can't take it. | 
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| I see people are still convening in strange places. | 
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| Poppy, put some clothes on before Logan gets arrested. | 
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| Stanley, don't get Suri started on dragons. She might get drastic on you. | 
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| Huh. Even I didn't see that reaction coming. | 
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| Looks like Stanley ain't even hearin' that. Or this is how he meditates, you never can tell with him. | 
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| Logan's found the perfect place for a baby. | 
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| The German word for awkward is "unangenehm". Let's just say it five times, if it's possible to say it at all. | 
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| Oh hey, it's little Robert Wilson's birthday! Let's smother him! | 
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| Alrighty, guess that's it. Great party. Poppy, put some clothes on, for real. | 
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| That's right, Logan - the floor is for babies. You're such an expert. | 
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| Time for our little butterfly to hatch! | 
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| No ... no. A thousand times, no. Suri. Logan. You're not allowed to breed anymore. | 
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| See? I told you. He's already plotting the death of his best friend. | 
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| He's coming right for me. This is disturbing. I'm disturbed. Good luck with this one, I'm going to flee. | 
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9 comments:
That one pic is one strapon short of the Sims getting interesting!
Hey! You trying to call my Sim children boring!? I might have to unleash the whirlwind on ya.
This is great! I spent a little too much time laughing at the last three pictures. Suri and Logan make, uh, interesting offspring.
Interesting is definitely the right word.
I checked out your blog, the pictures are gorgeous!
Aw shucks, thank you! :)
Is it just me, or does it look like Suri is drinking Corona, instead of blowing a party horn??
I rilly, rilly totes hope that I look like Rachel when I'm that close to Death. She's close, right? She'd hate to be a dwindler.
I rilly, rilly totes hope that I look like Rachel when I'm that close to Death. She's close, right? She'd hate to be a dwindler.
That lady is hanging on like a hair on a biscuit.
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