Welcome to the Clover County Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
Warning: this journal may contain uncensored nudity, violence, profanity and sexual themes.
Updates Monday, Wednesday, and Friday every week!
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Pine Valley: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25A, 25B, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100.
Clover County: 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118 119, 120. 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134.
Interludes: 1, 2, 3. April Fools' Day: 2014, 2014 Comparison, 2015.
Another week successfully done.
At least my journal is in order, as my mind unravels.
Ouch, the hard reset got you guys good.
Stephen: We phased through solid ground into the basement.
Ally: I can't feel my toes.
Ember: My bones are cold.
Naturally the kids didn't notice anything.
Then again, they must be pretty shell-shocked by now.
Ember: I'm gonna be late for work!
Gerald: I bet you can make it, you've been running through my mind all morning!
Ember: Shut the fuck up.
Stephen: Good, she's gone.
I thought you were swingers. She doesn't care if you call over a "friend."
Stephen: I know, but it feels better if it feels illicit. She turns her back so I can do stuff behind it.
Stephen: Hey, Mrs. Newcastle? Okay, Spring-Newcastle. I'm Stephen Murphy. We met at the convenience store the other day? You're fucking my son? I was wondering if the chemistry is genetic.
Jerry: I can't get out of the basement, the stairs are too steep.
Stephen: I'm glad we built them correctly.
Stephen: The smell of ruined marriages is wafting on the wind.
Penny: What a scandalous sculpture!
Penny: And how scandalously sculpted you are!
Stephen: My wife is out of the house.
Penny: My husband has a small penis.
Stephen: This is the hottest conspiracy ever.
Stephen: You're hot.
Oh no! The naked gate is using its magic powers for evil!
That's the only way I know how to explain what just happened.
Stephen: Boy, I don't know how we got ourselves out of that predicament!
And neither do I, so nobody ever will.
Stephen: You smell like soap.
Penny: It's either that or explain to Jerome why I smell like Murphy.
Penny: I do a lot of Murphy.
Stephen: Man, I feel old right now.
Penny: You look like you're about the same age as me.
Stephen: I think I'm a few days younger. And about twenty years older. You're the second generation's version of ME.
Penny: I'm way classier, though.
Stephen: That's no great feat, but I agree.
Penny: We're so exposed here! What if someone sees us?
Stephen: Surely our tinted sunglasses are disguise enough!
Penny: Yeah, no.
Stephen: We could tell them we're rehearsing for an erotic art play?
Those fucking balloon dresses need to go.
Stephen: You're too uptight. You need to relax.
Penny: That's my house right over there. My husband is inside it.
Stephen: And since his lot isn't loaded, he can't see shit.
Stephen: Trust me baby, I'm a pro at hiding affairs from people.
Penny: You're looking at the world grand champion, pal.
Stephen: So what are you worried about? Your husband is such an idiot he'd believe any excuse over the actual truth.
Penny: It's not nice to pick on stupid people.
Stephen: Isn't that all you cops do?
Penny: Yeah, pretty much.
Stephen: Then let's hurry up and be assholes already.
Penny: Is someone watching your children? They seemed really stupid and vulnerable.
Stephen: Nah, they're fine.
Stephen: You know, I'm an amateur photographer. I'd really love to get a picture of that professionally-hot ass.
Penny: You'll have to pay my service charge first. That's how we stay on-budget.
Penny: Cops know all about fine quotas.
Stephen: So if I make out with you, you'll let me take a picture?
Penny: Don't be ridiculous! When the cops get you, they fuck you.
Ally: You're not my boss, kid, so stop making work for me.
Stephen: I think we understand each other.
Penny: And yet somehow we don't despise each other.
Stephen: That's what our families are for.
Stephen: So yeah, this picture. It'll be a nude.
Penny: Like fuck it will.
Did that power suit make you forget that you're useless?
Ember: At least the smoke can escape through the stairs to the sky!
Oh, yeah. Oops.
I'm useless too.
Stephen: Look, if it'll make you more comfortable, I'll strip down too.
Penny: You were just looking for a reason, weren't you?
Penny: OH MY GOD
Stephen: Pretty nice, huh?
Penny: OH GOD WHY
Penny: YOU LOOK IDENTICAL TO ANDREW FROM THE NECK DOWN
Penny: So technically this is still only cheating once!
Stephen: That's completely irrational.
Penny: It's more of an irrationalization.
Penny: And don't complain, because it got the job done.
Stephen: Put this one on Photobucket and see if it gets deleted.
Writing a diary?
Gerald: No, I'm scalpeling random pages out of this book. It'll drive them nuts.
Stephen: Cool. Now try a pose that doesn't make your leg do that.
Ally: How can you stand to have your husband screw around on you? Even though you screw around on him too? Which is also bad?
Ember: I don't think of it as "screwing around." I think of it as working.
The man does do good work.
Penny: And screwing around is a cardinal sin.
Gerald: STOP COPYING MY JOURNAL
Stephen: Alright, it's penetration time.
Penny: No way, it's not dark out yet. Penetration time is around seven o'clock in this time zone.
Penny: Unless you're talking about tongue penetration.
Stephen: Bam! Right on the dot.
Penny: Hey, you're getting a free bar polishing out of my chin, too!
Stephen: It stops being fun when it starts being commercial.
Penny: You're almost as charming as your son, Stephen.
Stephen: Which one?
Penny: The living one.
Stephen: That was cold.
Penny: Says the guy who just banged his son's mistress.
Penny: Man, I'm a double mistress now! That's so me.
Penny: If I get any hotter I won't be able to resist myself.
Haven't filled your fill yet?
Stephen: You know what they say about vaginas!
"Bet you can't eat just one"?
Stephen: I was gonna go with "vaginas are pretty much the best" but yours is better.
Stephen:Hey Chelsea! Were you watching through the window? You want some of this?
Andrew: Who is this?
Chelsea: I'll be over in a sec, Stephen.
Stephen: You shouldn't answer the phone when you're making out, Chelsea.
If I divided my time more equally between you all, I'd understand how things like this happen.
Gerald: Awesome, you're ready! The party's at ten.
What kind of party?
Gerald: Masquerade. We're going as "the evolution of clothing."
I wonder which of you is the beginning and which is the end.
I like how you guys keep leaving proof of your infidelity just lying around outside.
Penny: I don't see it ever becoming a problem.
Ally: This really isn't our chapter, Ember. We should just go to bed.
Gerald: Or we could all go to bed together, and make it our chapter.
Chelsea: Cheek kissing?
Stephen: Don't want no Andrew cooties.
Chelsea: Wow, put some clothes on! Do you want people to think you're some kind of gate?
Stephen: Thanks for participating in the running joke, Chelsea.
Stephen: You scratch our backs, I'll tickle yours.
Stephen: A lesbian once committed suicide over me.
Chelsea: What a testimonial!
Stephen: Alright, you untie the bottom. I've got the top.
Wren: First step!
First base. Get it right.
Chelsea: ...I think I'm carrying your grandson.
Stephen: Whole new heights of perversion! I can't wait.
Chelsea: I think I just threw up out of my mouth a little.
Stephen: That's okay, I'm eating your hair.
Chelsea: Yours is poking straight through my skull.
The perils of custom content.
Chelsea: Am I still attractive even though I'm brown and homely now?
Stephen: Vaginas don't care what dye you use.
Chelsea: You're not much of an aesthete, for an artist.
Stephen: I'm in a Dada phase.
Chelsea: Obscure art in-jokes deserve kisses.
Xavier: Second step!
Stephen: I'm practicing my photography. Would you model for me?
Chelsea: Of course! I picked this outfit out myself!
Stephen: You can leave it on the sidewalk, nobody comes past here at night.
Stephen: Holy moly! I'm almost speechless!
Chelsea: You'd have to be, to get stuck with holy moly.
Stephen: Come on, again with the weird leg thing?
Chelsea: Shouldn't you be pointing the camera at me?
Stephen: What? No! Then it would be in the shot! Don't you know anything about cameras?!
Stephen: Thanks Chelsea, you did great.
Chelsea: When do I get my royalties?
Stephen: You're getting them right now, can't you feel it?
Good, more documentary evidence. I wouldn't want all this adultery to go unpunished.
Wren: I bet they make it to third step.
Wren: But it's probably pay-per-view.
Chelsea: I'd pay.
Chelsea: I have to go home and throw up a bunch.
Stephen: Because you're pregnant?
Chelsea: Because your mouth tastes like Andrew's mouth, but older.
Stephen: At least she kissed our clothes back on first.
Stephen: That woman kisses like she's stress-testing the human tongue.
Stephen: DON'T TELL ANYONE WHAT YOU SAW, GATE
Wren: No third step?
Stephen: It's base. Don't fill your brother's head with nonsense.
Wren: You're my brother?! I thought you were my imaginary friend!
Xavier: You can keep imagining that if you want.
Stephen: Those burnt pork chops remind me of Chelsea.
I don't want to-
Stephen: And the way she smells.
Do NOT finish-
Stephen: Some body parts weren't meant to take so much wear and tear.
Chelsea: STOP JUDGING ME
Stephen: If I teach you to walk, will you stop stalking me?
Wren: No, but I'll get a lot more efficient!
Wren: I need some space, Xavier.
Xavier: We used to be inseparable!
Wren: That's back when I thought I made you up.
Wren: You're way too gross to be real.
Stephen: HAHAHA YOU CAN'T WALK STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR BROTHER
Wren: SEE IF I DON'T.
Wren: Now, teach me to control the hearts of men.
Stephen: I'll let your mother take care of that.
Wren: I said hearts, not icky bits!
Wren: Hold him there! I wanna kick him in the giblets.
Stephen: Come on, boy! Tense up that scrotum! Take it like a man!
Stephen: That's cool, men run away a bunch too.
Jerry: RAISE ME
Gerald: That was SUCH a refreshing twenty minutes, Jerry, thank you.
Gerald: I thought I told you to stop perspiring.
Ember: I'm ready for my half of the chapter!
Next time: secret... agent sex! Secret... agent sex!
Ember: STOP SINGING AND ACKNOWLEDGE ME