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Fritter: 2.3
Yep, it's that time again. Would've been up last night except imgur was being a jerk for some reason.
For the last time, food processor, you do not belong at the corner of the lot! You are a food processor. You belong on the kitchen counter.
Except not anymore, because I wearied of its shenanigans and deleted it.
Miss Pretty investigates these odd, glowing things.
Perhaps they are tasty!
The new neighborhood image for Afterwards. I wanted to keep the tree but I was tired of the daytime shot. /cool story bro
As you can see, I changed Eudora's look. Almost immediately, in fact. The style she was wearing before just wasn't doing anything for her face. Also, bats!
Miss Pretty: *thought all this cuddling nonsense would be over when the little nuisance grew up!*
Miss Pretty: *was so entirely wrong about that.*
Miss Pretty: Mark my words, human. One day. Your spleen. My gullet.
Gershwitz: Confound it, Bo, we agreed no items this battle!
Boudicca: I can't help it if my Gyarados was already holding a Miracle Berry. B)
Gershwitz: How can it hold anything? It doesn't have hands!
Boudicca: Tell it to Nintendo, loserface.
Almond: I am ever so pleased to see my child succeed!
Boudicca: *continues to be the only one actually succeeding at anything.*
Eulalie: Almond! Love of my life! Ever so excited to be talking to your tits again!
Almond: Mm. *thinks about sex*
Almond: Speaking of whatever you were just talking about, I sure banged your drum last night, eh? Eh?
Eulalie: You never listen to me. :\
But then they autonomously went to do a duet on the
I guess by 'all the pictures' I meant 'three'? w/e
Miss Pretty: Selfish humans, feasting on meat when I have only kibble. Someday I will pick my teeth with their ribs.
But look, Miss Pretty, it's mac and cheese. No meat in there!
Miss Pretty: Until I see them eating kibble like me, the hate will remain.
Eulalie: So, not to honk my own horn or anything, but I am a fantastic kisser.
Almond: *agrees with this.*
Miss Pretty: *judges this foolish conversation.*
They were running low on funds because Eulalie is a slacker about running the banana stand, and then I remembered they had two wishes left.
Eulalie: Why, where did this massive sack of money come from?
Don't look so shocked, girl, you wished for it.
Eudora: Jeez, school is a real pain in the—
Oh, I am going to have so much fun with this.
Eudora didn't, because, in true Fritter form, she forgot about him outside.
Default replacements are the best thing ever. Also, I missed getting a picture of it, but just after I took this, Zion Straight began preaching at Blondie McBandana there. She didn't take it well, and after she'd stormed off in disgust with his self-righteousness he cried in front of the gate until the game made him go home. I was loling too excessively to document any of it. /o\
Gershwitz: Hello there, Miss Pretty, how would you like a hu—
Miss Pretty: REMOVE YOUR HANDS FROM ME, HUMAN
Everyone. All the time.
The house at night, everyone sleeping peacefully! But then...
A burglar breached the sanctity of the house! The hell good is that giant iron gate if it doesn't keep burglars out, Maxis?
Burglar: Well, well. It's you, isn't it. I knew you'd find me eventually.
Cop: Of course. You think I'd just let you go without so much as a goodbye after that amazing weekend we shared in Atlantic City?
Burglar: Sigh, it was amazing, wasn't it. Of course, you had a lot more hair then...
Cop: How dare you speak like that about my hair! To think I once told you I loved you, you cad!
Burglar: OW, MY EYE
Cop: This seems a little familiar, doesn't it? Though in Atlantic City it was the other way around. ;D
Burglar: Heh, yeah. :">
Seriously, bros, I don't know how else to interpret these utterly inappropriate facial expressions.
And then they took different routes through the house with the result that the burglar took twice as long to make it to the police car, and he let her. Some cop.
Then their tree caught on fire, but since they'd just gone back to sleep after the burglar alarm woke up the entire household no one bothered to get up and run outside to do the OMGFIRE dance.
Eudora: *needs some comfort after the excitement of last night*
Miss Pretty: *is not the best choice for that*
oic, Miss Pretty. Tell us how you really feel.
Eulalie: And I'm like baby, baby, baby, ohh~hhh...
Almond: *evolves her Gastly*
And speaking of evolving, the twins grew up!
Love how excited you are, Almond!
Now an awkward teenager, Gershwitz suddenly feels self-conscious about his dancing.
Not to fear, his mum still thinks he's precious.
Gershwitz: That is not as reassuring as you might expect.
Gershwitz: I look good. I mean, really good. ...Hey everyone! Come and see how good I look!
Ah, intimacy.
Eulalie and Almond: *share a moment*
Boudicca: *photobombs*
So, since Bo is a romance sim secondary, we need some targets to romance.
A natural, is Bo.
Though Brandon von Maxispants seems to be using the opportunity to cop a feel, so I guess it could be worse for him.
Boudicca: *finds Brandon extremely attractive*
Brandon: *finds Eulalie's award extremely attractive*
Boudicca: *whispers apparently very persuasive sweet nothings in Brandon's ear*
Brandon: Whoa, suddenly I'm noticing how smoking hot Bo is!
Boudicca: I've never really taken the time to admire this award before, but man, it is impressive.
Somehow, I think this is the start of something beautiful.
They thought so too.
Brandon von Maxispants's kisses are so good they raised Bo's temperature enough to give her sunburn. I... didn't know that was a thing that could happen.
And then his magnificent kisses gave her heatstroke.
Boudicca: He's the most amazing kisser, Gersh, I'd say you should try it but I don't even want to share him. 8D
Gershwitz: *is not really interested in dudes anyway I don't think*
Almond: *breaks the fourth wall*
Boudicca: Somehow, despite my body being covered in red patches, you've managed to look more ridiculous than me.
Gershwitz: Haters to the left.
Boudicca: *relives every glorious moment of that makeout over a bowl of cereal and also has no face oh my god*
Almond: BE - OBSCENE - BE BE OBSCENE—
Eudora: I'm so furious about that burglary I didn't even wake up for, also dance with me!
Boudicca: I don't like this door. It's a bad door. I don't like that it's here.
This family and their strong opinions on doors.
Boudicca: I DON'T LIKE YOU EITHER
Of course I managed to miss getting a picture of it, but I guess Boudicca learned some tricks from Brandon von Maxispants because she managed to give Dreadlocks here (whose real name I forgot, naturally) a sunburn with her ~magical kisses~.
It's been such a long time since I had a romance sim, I didn't realize at first that the reason Bo triple bolts with basically every teen boy she meets is because she has that aspiration bonus.
Then Bo kissed Dreadlocks into a heatstroke, watched him for awhile, went inside and forgot his existence. Romance sims.
Conscious townie: Goodness, that sign does bring some light into my life! 8D *completely disregards unconscious boy on the lawn*
Since Miss Pretty is currently off somewhere licking herself, Eulalie and Eudora fill in on the judging.
Gershwitz: Ah, the delectable smell of yet another meal I had no hand in preparing.
Boudicca: You're going down like BP stock, cupcake!
Eudora: Oh yeah, I'm shaking in my boots, cool whip.
Almond: Bo! That's a risky move, using Venasaur against Lapras! I know you've got a partial type advantage but so does she!
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azaya: *will never stop with the Pokemon jokes*
Gershwitz: *sings love songs to the wall*
All the practice hasn't made him any smoother at talking to girls, though...
Gershwitz: Let's be bosom companions or something!
Ginger townie: ...I just came to buy bananas, dude.
He fared a bit better with Vanessa here, though! They're sort of cautiously dating now.
So since my system of determining who does well in school so that they're not all straight-A+ students because that's boring is having them do their homework if they roll a want for it, Gershwitz came dangerously close to flunking out because he never rolled the want ever. I finally intervened and made him plow through his enormous pile of homework. He was not thrilled.
You know, it wouldn't be so bad if you hadn't left it all to the last second, Gersh.
Gershwitz: *evolves his Shellder*
Almond: You know, if you'd waited until it was level fifty you could've had it learn Ice Be— no, Almond, remember what your therapist said, no backseat gaming. :\
Miss Pretty: You will bow to my will, avian creature.
Mountain of homework = conquered! He then stood around and sobbed for two hours because his fun motive was so pathetically low.
Eulalie is super excited to be winning chess against no one! 8D
Gershwitz: ...and then I became best friends with Miss Pretty, which was awesome because I wish I had more friends and I—
Who're you talking to, Gersh?
Gershwitz: My invisible friend, Francisco!
...Okay.
Eudora: I want to take this opportunity to tell you I don't like you at all!
Eudora: So many things you do infuriate me!
Eudora: I've wanted to say this for a long time, it feels really good to get it off my chest!
Eudora: Oh man, you handled that so badly, what were you thinking, self? You didn't even mean it, you love Bo...
Boudicca: I ain't even mad.
Boudicca: Hey, Miss Pretty, I was thinking we could go for a walk or—
Miss Pretty: Bring me a dead fish or get out of my sight.
Eulalie: Damn, Francisco, you know your Ruy Lopez.
Almond: You smell good. New perfume?
Miss Pretty: SOON.
Eulalie: So I've been thinking. How about we bring a stereo in here to play some music during? I'm thinking She Wants Revenge.
Almond: Maybe Lady Gaga...
Eulalie: *regrets bringing it up*
Aww, side-by-side cleaning.
Almond: Man, the way she scrubs that dish really revs my engine.
Almond: *maxes Arts and Crafts enthusiasm!*
Gershwitz: *is still almost flunking out*
Boudicca: *brought home another... boy... to...*
...Not exactly your type, is he, Bo?
Boudicca: I wanted to try something different.
So I see.
Boudicca: Yeah dude, this wolf was ridiculous. He followed me around all the time when I was little, it kinda creeped me out. Like he thinks he imprinted on me or something.
Pasty McEmoface: *misses the point of pearl necklaces*
Last glimpse of kid Eudora...
...because she grew up to teen! And I decided that was a good stopping place! See you later!
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Also, Pokemon jokes = WIN. :D Every time.
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SHRIEKING.
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I agree with Jessy, this family is THE PRETTY, specially *OMG* Eudora! SHe just grew up lovely! I like that hair color on her.
Also, love your current music.
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Your pictures are always so much fun to look at. LOL, what's up with the stroke-giving kisses, hahaha!??!!
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Still loving this family something severe. Everybody is so fabulous it hurts.
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Oh man I could talk for hours about how much I love Tool, don't get me started. For the longest time I was indifferent to them and then Jambi became meaningful to me for ~writerly reasons~ and then I discovered I basically love everything they've ever done.
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The older Eudora gets, the more I fall in love with her. I'm glad it's not just me!
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