i haven’t really worn “real” pants all weekend. non-pj pants, that is. briefly scooter & i will venture out for food and i’ll pretend to get dressed, but what with the blizzard and all, fuck that noise.
furthermore, i have spent a goodish portion of the weekend getting re-acquainted with the sims. i forgot how much i love this game…
there was the issue of missing some of the objects i downloaded and whatnot, but that was easy to overlook. and aside from making the standard couples that grope each other and overly opulent houses, i decided to get a little bit more creative.
this is where lester the molester sim comes into play. and joining him in my happy lil sims world are four bouncy, bright-eyed & bushy-tailed little children of unimportant names. lester has a modest one bedroom house, in the middle of a fenced in lot. all the amenities a sim could want: kitchen, bathroom, office-space, dungeon, faux-child’s bedroom…and out back there are four door-less cells for the kids. and each cell is outfitted with an uber-creepy clown picture on the wall & a metal grate for drainage. super fun!
i’m slowly feeding one of the boys so many cookies he’s bound to lose all of his little sim teeth sooner or later. another gets no food whatsoever. i’m trying to make one pee herself crazy, because i think it can be done. or maybe i’ll light her on fire, i haven’t decided yet. unfortunately, lester can’t yell at the kids, but i’m sure i’ll find a way around that. and if i could figure out a way around the restriction on bars, i’d get another kid drunk as a motherfuckin’ skunk. — for now, i’ll just have him stare at the clown picture until he cries.
because, yes…you can make them cry.
and no, no i haven’t been cooped up inside too long this weekend…not at all!
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