Welcome to the Sharpesvale Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
Warning: this journal may contain uncensored nudity, violence, profanity and sexual themes.
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This one's tiny.
It's cold where I am.
Jesus, Chief is still alive.
I didn't think people read the paper anymore.
Valerie: That why you stopped making them?
Huggles von Claw: Oh, the majesty of nature.
Valerie: Says you.
Valerie: Try not to burn the house down. But hey, it's insured, so... whatever.
Nick: Please tell me that's lemonade.
Having a family visit?
Nick: Why, am I related to Victor somehow?
I can't remember if you know the answer to that or not.
So you don't.
Brenda: I'm trying to feed it.
Nick: And here I thought you were just building a bottle-fort.
Samantha: I rubbed some spit in there.
It's a little-known fact that Gina Tang was developed by NASA for use in space.
Gina: It's true!
Nathaniel: It never stops with you people, does it?
Samantha: PLEASE LET ME PEE
The Grim Reaper: ALRIGHT, YOU WERE WARNED.
The Grim Reaper: LOOKS LIKE YOUR SAND RAN OUT PREMATURELY
Brenda: I thought that only happened to men!
Brenda: Nanny PUNNNNCH!
The Grim Reaper: I CAN HONESTLY SAY NOBODY'S TRIED THAT BEFORE
The Grim Reaper: NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID, YOU MADE ME EVEN SCARIER!
The Grim Reaper: WELL, COME ON THEN. INTO THE WALL. IT WAS YOUR IDEA!
Valerie: ...everything seems nominal...
Valerie: Hey, was mortality just here? 'cuz you look like you've had a brush.
Nick: Thanks man.
Got yer back mate.
Victor: I like dogs.
Gina: I thought you said you wanted to comment on my haircut...
Nick: Aw come on, Victor's not that bad! Mrs. Newcastle at school says red eyes are only sometimes the mark of the devil!
Nick: My girlfriend won't come over unless you leave.
Victor: How convenient. Say "hi" to your totally real girlfriend for me.
Nick: I don't think I will. She doesn't like you.
Nick: She is totally real. She's older than me and has pink hair.
Victor: Alright, now you're just embarassing yourself.
Victor: Have fun with your imaginary friends, Nick.
Nick: Hey, fuck you.
Nick: Whoa, I feel all tingly!
Victor: Yeah, I like swearing too.
Nick: OH NO TITLE PIC
OH NO HORMONES
You didn't change much.
Nick: Don't mess with what works.
Gee, game, y'think?
Angelica: Okay, as long as you're sure he's gone.
Nick: Surprise! Puberty.
Angelica: The best surprise!
Angelica: Lookin' good, my man!
Nick: Yes! I am your man!
Nick: And you'd better not have any others.
Nick: Holy shit that outfit is hot.
Angelica: It feels pretty hot right now!
Nick: Wanna make hormonally-based mistakes?
Angelica: Do I!
Angelica: Does your aunt know I'm here?
Nick: Probably not, she didn't high-five me.
Ah, love. Random and apropos of nothing.
Just like in real life!
Nick: We can date now!
Angelica: You're still younger than me.
Nick: Right? Score for you, old lady!
Nick: where arms go
Angelica: don't know
Nick: Ahh, there's the sweet spot.
Guard 'em well.
Nick: You have a great ass.
Angelica: I know, right?!
Nick: Hahaha William cheats on everybody, that's so cruel.
Angelica: CHEATING SURE IS AWFUL
Nick: What does that m-
Nick: I love you.
Angelica: Hahaha NERD
Angelica: It was the first thing that came to mind.
Samantha: Bottle, dammit! I'm starving here!
Nick: I really am.
Nick: Garbage cologne!
Nick: It's pretty terrible.
Valerie: Spilled your lemonade, did you?
Nick: Someone did.
Next time: porn.
Judiciously pruned porn.
I'm trying okay?