The Mrmpfle Legacy: Chapter 2.4
warnings: OMG STUFF!, language, teen sexuality, teen lack of sexuality, Porkchop is lame
previous: 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | 1.9
2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3
I didn't show Freckles and Markus' bathroom during the house tour, and I feel like I really deprived you guys of something. They have such an awesome bathroom.
I love the robot posters and the lime green sink ^^ it makes me very happy. Also. I love my mad decorating skills. Seriously. I'm a goddess of decorating prowess. RAWR!
It's a toilet. Not too interesting.
Anyway. Squishy wanted to take Annabelle out for a fancy date, so they went to the bistro. Squishy got a cheese plate cause that's the ultimate fancy date food.
Squishy: Fingers foods are the eats of classy people.
I thought Annabelle had gotten hot dogs, which I found funny. Sadly, she had to ruin the humour and get goopy carbonara. Bitch.
Annabelle: I'm pure class. I was raised to be a lady, haven't you met my mother?
Annabelle: So, you just sat down? You didn't wait for me to get my food and sit with you? And you didn't pull out my chair?
Squishy: Nope. Why? *shovels food into mouth*
Annabelle: Hmmm. Interesting.
The date was going well until Squishy got up and started whining about his life. Damn dramatic sims.
Annabelle: What's so bad about your life? You have a shiny new house! You should be more grateful Squishy. Every day is a blessing.
Squishy: Omg, you're so proper and cheery! And that's another thing I hate! Cheery people! It's like my life is full of cheery people!
One, I don't think Squishy really got what Annabelle was saying, and two, what cheery people is he talking about?
Porkchop: So, about that whole scaring thing earlier...
May: You mean when you threatened to disorganize my highly organized kitchen? Yes. Go on.
Porkchop: Yea, that. Anyway. I uh, I didn't really mean it. I'm in love with organization. Really. I think organizing things is like, the sexiest thing ever. Really. Very sexy.
May: ....okay then.
D'awww. I think little Porky has a crush.
Porkchop: Don't call me that.
Gage still can't resist the lure of the telescope.
Gage: Must. Look. Away!
Anyone remember Peanut's lifetime wish? Cause I don't, but I think it has something to do with painting. So. I decided she should paint? Look. I don't know ok? I'm an awful sim!overlord. I really am.
Work is easier to deal with. Peanut goes to work. She gets paid. She comes home, and then she digs around in her neighbours trash. Although, I think perhaps it would be wiser to go a little farther then right across the street when rummaging through someone else's trash.
Peanut: Dear Jeebus what are these people doing?! Holy fuck! Do you know what's in this trash can?!
Despite the fact that Freckles is not an excitable sim, she stills claps over every item in their new home.
Freckles: OMIGOSH YAY I LOVE WALL PHONES! ;D
I think the baby has gone to her head.
Since she's heir she needs to make us some serious cash, but since she's pregnant and in school, jobs are hard to come by. So, I use the leftover loan money to invest in some businesses around town. That's a wise use of someone else's money right? I'd be a horrible banker.
And then she sits down to do her homework.
Freckles: I need to keep my GPA up! I can't have people talking about how I'm failing out of school.
Anna: Yea, that's what the girls are gonna say when you walk by in the hallway. "Did you hear? She got a 70 in history. She's never going to be valedictorian now. LOL WHAT A LOSER!" I think it would be more along the lines of "I hear she got knocked up by that blonde kid with two mums. I bet you he knows a thing or two about female anatomy if you know what I mean. *winkwink* lol. Lesbian joke." Or something. Not like I've thought about it. Much..
Back at the Flowers house, some woman with awful hair for her face was intruding on Porkchop's sad attempts to flirt with the much older woman.
Gage still continues to amuse me every day.
Gage: Anna! I can't get in the shower! This plant is in my way!
Anna: Yes, I can clearly see how that plant would be an obstacle to getting into the shower. Really, it makes perfect sense.
This is really a very Squishy centric update. Because he had a date. Speaking of which...
For an uptight prude, Annabelle sure can get down wit her bad self.
Okay. She can kinda get down wit her bad self..
Squishy sucks at dates. He has offended Annabelle many time over the last few hours, and then this guy started playing guitar and Squishy got really in to it.
Squishy: You are so awesome dude! *explodes with excitement* Oh hey, where'd Annabelle go?
Squishy: Annabelle! Wait!
Annabelle: *sigh* What do you want Squishy?
Squishy: I like your boobies.
Anna: *facepalm*
btw, I just realized, I'm Anna, and she's Annabelle. Oh man. That's creepy. D:
Annabelle:Excuse me?!
Squishy: Uhm. Nothing?
Annabelle: No one's ever said that to me before. ♥
Squishy: Does that mean I can touch them?
Annabelle: You're sweet. But no.
I think they're kind of cute together.
Porkchop: So...now that we're alone. *awkward foot shuffle*
May: You should go home now.
Porkchop: ...I'll leave you alone forever now.
SCOTT PILGRIM REFERENCE FTW!
As you can see, things are going swimmingly for Squishy.
Annabelle: Seriously. You're not fondling my chest. Stop asking!
Squishy: You're so pretty. Your face is like a china doll.
Annabelle: I think that's vaguely racist...but sweet.
Squishy: So. Want to be my girlfriend or what?
I think that's a yes.
Markus developed the golden fingers, golden tongue LTW. (Is it just me or does that sound absolutely filthy? Just me? Okay. *hands head in shame*)
Markus: So anyway, you just slip it in there, real stealth like, and you gotta make sure you cup the underside real good. And then BAM. You have yourself some ketchup. Those old glass bottles are tricky, I know.
Don Lothario: So not where I thought you were going with this.
While Markus was talking to Don Lothario I noticed this exchange...
Woman: *screeches* GET AWAY FROM ME!
Old Man: Heeeyyy come on! Just tell me! Does this rag smell like chloroform?
Best pick up line ever. Just saying. That or "Get in the van..." or possible "Should I wait in the car? Or will the closet suffice?" Baby. I'm a goldmine of awesome pick up lines. ;)
Freckles: Hey Freckles! Want to hear a joke? Okay, so there were two muffins in a microwave. And one muffin goes. "Damn. It's hot as hell in here!" and the other muffin goes. "HOLY SHIT A TALKING MUFFIN!"
Freckles: Okay so, World War 2 started in..
10 Minutes Later:
Markus: heh. I get it! Muffins can't talk! OMG THAT'S SO FUNNY!
Freckles: Oh god my child is going to be an idiot!
Squishy: So anyway. *heavy sigh* You can like, sleep over I guess. If you want. Whatever. I don't really care.
Squishy has decided to play the "hard to get" card.
Apparently, Annabelle is in to that sort of thing...
Freckles: Ahhh young love. How sweet.
Somehow, a pregnant teen saying that seems just..so, so wrong.
Markus and Freckles have settled down in the getting busy department. I blame Markus' newfound love of GTA.
Markus: Did that ho just touch my car? Oh! Who's gonna hafta slap a bitch now?!
And since getting impregnated, Freckles has become rather domesticated. It's very weird.
Annabelle tried to sleep in Peanut's bed. This is a huge no-no. Seriously. Who does she think she is?!
Squishy: hehhehheh, I am so getting laid tonight!
Anna: Yea, I don't think that's going to happen.
Especially since she's been cornered in the living room by his family.
Porkchop: I'm just asking, is your mother single?
Freckles: Omg! Porkchop! You can't ask that!
Peanut: Who the fuck is this?!
Squishy finally managed to get Annabelle upstairs (so she could sleep in the right damn bed).
Squishy: Oh baby, I'm gonna tire her out to- Hey! Why are you getting under the covers?
Annabelle: Squishy...nothing is happening.
Squishy: What about a little making out?
Annabelle: Okay, maybe a little.
Well! That's it for this update! Tune in next time when ALIENS ATTACK! Loljk. There are no aliens in this shitty game. Dammit. Oh hey, if you guys have any awesome pick up lines, hit me up in the comments bitches!