I Play Sims 2 (part8)

Ah yes, I remember trying to play "Slap my sister blind" before she was big enough to kick my ass.

Guys, what the hell. I'm starting to think there's something more to this than just unfettered hatred.

Y'all can't quit each other, at all.

Even Mina grew into a thermidor eater. Who keeps making all that damned thermidor!?

I am pleasantly surprised by how Giuliana grew up and developed a chin.

Aww. Don't get too excited, though - it's just a crappy pot holder.

Useless maid remains unmoved by your passive-aggressive thumbs up, Gretchstein.

Your dad makes me wanna hurl too, Giuliana.

He thinks he's all fly and stuff.

But your immortal great, great, great grandmother can kick his ass even before her morning grilled cheese.

Well hello to you too, teenage Mina. You turned out pretty good.

You're no Giulana, but you're not making me queasy.

Gretchen, what the hell are you skulking around about?

Very mature way to christen your new home.

Speaking of maturing, Gretchen has done got old and ... whimsical?

Harris got old, fat and bizarrely-dressed. Only two of those are my doing.
Someone has to eat all the burnt bowls of stuff.

Mina has started dating this guy, even though she's not old enough to have any real fun yet.

His name's Frank He appears to be feeling two very different things at once.

Giuliana is dating this handsome, freezing-cold gentleman, Tanner.

Here Giuliana explains how her lobster was not murdered. I think.

Hope these new fellas can handle an old man getting his ass handed to him every day.

With Geneva on the case, I don't have to put any work at all into making this man wake up miserable.

We gotta move the old man and his thermidor, Giulana needs to have a birthday.

Yes, line up awkwardly, it's time for her to turn into a woman.

Tanner, glad to see you're not freezing to death anymore, now get to work.

Way to go, Red!

Just in time for her to properly enjoy Gretchen's bathroom beatbox.

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Oh no! Eugene is going to react poorly to this.

Hrm. I don't think anyone saw this coming, though.

But there is good news - I think the baby is coming. Hard to tell, Harris seems to be experiencing rain.

Nope, he's sproinging. Definitely an infant on the way.

Not a moment too soon, either. I can't be the only one getting sick of the pregnant rage dances.

Let's name her Giuliana, then get her out of the room before the next bare knuckle brawl.

This looks like some good, old-fashioned roistering.

Although, if it's causing bladder malfunctions, you might want to consider dialing down a bit of the aggression.

Are we sure Giuliana's not some sort of wild animal hybrid?

Her screams make me want to slam my head into the trash compactor, too.

Pretending you're crackers isn't going to get you out of dealing with your child, Gretchen.

You gotta get more involved - I mean, there are fights breaking out every five minutes. The child could be trod upon.

Your dad and the father of your child are coordinating sleepwear, which ... well, I just don't approve of.

And while Harris is outside trying to catch butterflies ...

... this weirdly over-dressed lady is just glomming all over your kid.

And you - you're in here having a great old time barfing. Oh shit. You're having another damned baby.

You've been so busy, you didn't even notice that Giuliana grew up!

And she's eating lobster thermidor! Yeah, bet you never thought you'd see the day
your chinless daughter was stuffing her face with French food.

To be fair, these two constantly slamming each other around every time they end up in the
same room with nothing better to do is a strange way for anyone to try to live.

Well, baby Mina is here. Maybe now you can get your act together.

This is what you wear to work? Where's this job, down by the docks?

Enjoy the other side, Eugene. This side is weird as hell.

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Eugene, just tell her she sounds like Pavarotti so she'll stop.

This sucks. You were just starting to grow on me, Maura.

Now Eugene is old. Well don't think you're retiring, old man. I won't have it.

You fools are annoying enough when he's got places to be up the sharply angled road.

All day, every day of this crap? No thanks.

Oh stop. You'll still have plenty of canoodling time. Gah.

Alright, Gretchen - it's just adulthood. No new to chew the scenery about it.

Hey Doc, while you're in there, try convincing her to ditch the pink hair. It's getting on my nerves.

That's it, shake her up good.

Eh. The hair's better at least.

Thankfully, she's wasting no time finding a man with whom to discuss hot bowls of blood.

You'll be pregnant in no time, Gretchen.

Once Harris figures out what the hell is going on. Use smaller words, Gretch.

Hrm. Hard to tell how Geneva feels about him. Immortals can be so inscrutable.

Oh cool, she loves him.

Harris is just, you know ...

... so damned easy to get along with.

So very hip, too.

You two really need to find some hobbies other than irritating me.

And I definitely need to get that bar off the back deck.

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