fap (fap) wrote,
@ 2009-02-15 23:07:00

Entry tags:

hayes, sims

Hayes, 2.4

So I come back and realize Camille pulled a Britney on me.

Gabrielle: GOD I HATE YOU JEROME WHY DOES MY MOM LOVE YOU MORE THAN MEEEEEE?!

The crazy is definitely alive in you, Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: LOLOL IS THE LIGHT ON, NOW IT IS, IS IT ON WHEN I CLOSE IT?! LOLOL IS ITTT?

Yeahp, Camille is still...well Camille, just...bald.

Honestly, I do not think that's going to happen, Cam.

ZOMBIENoah: IIIIIII HAAAAAAAAAAAATE REFRIIIIIIIIGERAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOORSSSSSSS.

Gabrielle still enjoys talking shit about everyone she knows.

Malcolm is looking super tough and hardcore in those pink, bears-holding-onto-balloons pajamas. Be scared.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle is still having fun with the refrigerator.

WHAT DID THE TRASHCAN EVER DO TO YOU?! IT SUPPLIES YOU OF YOUR MEALS, ACTUALLY.

Olive: HEH HEH HEH I AM GOING TO KNOCK THIS OVER SO NOAH CAN'T THROW OUT HIS CAN OF SODA.
Noah: I can't wait to throw out this can of sod-----AWWWW YOU BITCH.

I think she's trying to seduce one of her 485457 imaginary friends.

Camille: OH HAHAHAHA THIS MAKEOVER IS JUST HILARIOUS

Camille: HA HA HA HA

Well, aren't you a tricky one, Olive.

It's no surprise that they're playing outside in the snow...without any outerwear on.

GOOD JOB, DOMINIC AND CAMILLE. NO REALLY.

GABBY DOES SHY SIM DANCING. ILOVEIIIIIIIIIIT.

(Also, as you can see, Camille has upgraded from talking to paper cups to just WORRYING about talking to paper cups. Gold star, Cam!)

Then Gabrielle's random scowl comes in. She isn't even angry with anyone, she just randomly scowls.

Gabrielle: STOP WORRYING AND WATCH ME DANCE CUTELY.

Gabrielle: SHE WILL NEVER PAY ATTENTION TO ME. *SCOWL*

Okay, then. I am a little worried about this.

SHUT UP GUYS, HER GNOME ATE HER HOMEWORK, OK?!

Geez, it really got to her. She woke up from her dreamz to ~cry~

Dominic: HEE HEE HEE PMS!

Gabrielle: I knocked down the trashcan, but I still feel empty. 8|

This bed is like Gabrielle's grade, it is ~inadequate~

The triplets grew up, but...uhm. I can tell SOMEONE else has taken notice. Someone kind of...creepy.

HAI THERE CREEPY GUY. WHY YOU LOOKING THROUGH MY SIM'S WINDOWS?

NOAH THINKS MOMS ARE NO FUN!!!!!!!!!

Noah: I HATE DEFECATING IN YOU.

Noah rolled Pleasure with the lifetime want of becoming a professional party guest.

...Olive?

Olive rolled Pleasure with the lifetime want of having 50 first dates.

Olive: OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT FUNNY THING OVER THERE HAHAHAHA!
Dominic: ...okay...Ooh! Pretty Woman is on Lifetime!

Camille raised Olive well, I see.

Olivie: OH MAN NOW LOOK AT /THAT/ FUNNY THING HAHAHAHA.
Dominic: This is not Pretty Woman. Lifetime lies. I hate this television network! :(

Here's Malcolm, by the way. Still...irrationally angry. He rolled Knowledge with the lifetime want of becoming a Media Magnate.

Dominic: HAY GRATZ ON BEING FORMED AND NOT BEING KILLED BY INSTAIN MOTHER!

Malcolm: WAY AWESOME. So do you want to play a game or something?!
Dominic: No, no, nononononono.

OH YEAH YOU'RE SO BAD WITH THAT LEATHER JACKET.

You totally have a sweater vest outfit on under that.

WHY IS THIS SO CUTE. WHY.

Malcolm: I CAN DO MATH REALLY FAST /IN/ /MY/ /HEAD/ OH YEEEEEEAH. STICK IT TO THE MAN.

Olive is just following in the footsteps of her mother.

Malcolm: I LOVE CORN FLAKES!!!!!!!
Olive: HEEEEEEEEY THAT CEREAL LOOKS COOL.
Gabrielle: THE CEREAL TASTES LIKE SHIT.

Gabrielle is still being a gnome hater. I mean she does this AT LEAST once a day. She has serious mommy issues.

Olive: WHY DOES SHE EXIST?!

Olive: WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!

Gabrielle: TO MAKE YOUR LIFE...

Gabrielle: A LIVING HELL.

Oh yeah, Gabrielle, you're going to just lure everyone in with your romantic scowl. Nothing is hotter than blind hatred.

Points for...trying...to be rebellious? I mean, you're not supposed to pick the garbage can right up after kicking it to the ground...but whatever tickles your pickle.

I think they all have deep, deep mommy issues. Just a thought.

Looks like that hardcore-high-fiving old man fetish is still alive in Camille.

EXCEPT THIS IS AN OCTOGENARIAN YOU DO NOT WANT TO CASUALLY DANCE WITH.

In other news, one the kids brought a hooker home from school.

Camille: ;____; AND LET ME TELL YOU REY MYSTEREO HE HURT MY FEELINGS. HE REALLY DID.

This old dude is such a douche.

WHY IS EVERYONE CRYING?!

Really? What the hell happened that turned them all into ~emos~ Noah can't even properly express his anger towards bathroom objects.

Noah: I HATE YOUR FACE.
Gabrielle: *wonders if the refrigerator light is on at this very moment*

Wow, they went from upset and crying to angry and..angry quite fast.

OldManThatIsADouche: HAY WHERE AM I?! HOW DID I GET HERE?! WHERE IS MY MALTED MILK?!

The Hayes are still subjected to eating from the fine delicacies of ~La Basura~

Yehp, still lots of crappy parenting. Moving on!

...why did I put the couch outside?

HOLY SHIT GODDAMN IT IS SO CREEPY. NOW I KNOW WHERE GABRIELLE GETS IT FROM.

We all hate douchey old men. We hate them with the intensity of 1000 suns.

OH GOD IT'S SO SCARY WHY IS SHE DOING THIS? (WHY IS THE COUCH STILL OUTSIDE?)

Now it all makes sense. She was on Jerome-Watch. It didn't really help much, anyway. Camille can't do anything right.

Camille is Camille and steals Jerome back in a short time.

Camille: I HATE THE STUPID OLD MAN WHO TOOK YOU FROM ME, JEROME. :D :D

Having a chat with Jerome quickly cheers Camille up. He must be some kind of conversationalist in her mind.

What an...awkward fight.

GABRIELLE WHY ARE CUTELY SHY SIM DANCING IN YOUR OUTERWEAR IN THE MIDDLE OF AN AWKWARD BROTHER FIGHT?

Olive: *I* grew up well, you know.
Gabrielle: THAT'S NOT FAIR I DIDN'T GROW UP WELL.
Camille's Head: Haiiiiiiiiii.

Noah: I HATE MYSELF I AM SUCH A FUCKING LOSER SKDJSDSFH. D:<

Noah: I HATE MY SAIXY BODY SO MUCH. D:<

Noah: HOLY CRAP A PIMPLE I MUST LOOK AWAY.

Gabrielle hates herself while looking into mirrors, too.

Gabrielle: IS THAT A FUCKING PIMPLE OOOH I AM GOING TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE PIMPLE.
Gabrielle's Acne: *disappears(butnotreally)*

Gabrielle: I HAVE PIMPLES AND IT'S /YOUR/ FAULT. YOU STRESS ME OUT.
Malcolm: ...wut.

GNOME RAGE!!

Malcolm: WHY ARE YOU INVESTING YOUR HATRED INTO A GNOME? WE HAVE A DOUCHEBAG BROTHER TO HATE ON, TOO.

Gabrielle: :( but you don't UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAND.

Camille: OH GOD I CAN'T LET DIARY KNOW I AM WRITING IN MY DIARY!

~Woo first Camille crotch shot of the update~

Angry old man is back. For some ODD reason. GTFO.

Gabrielle: BAWWWWWWW I HATE MY MOM BUT I HATE WHEN OLD MEN PICK ON HER.

Olive: THIS HAS TO BE NOAH'S FAULT. THAT ASSHOLE. ;_____;

Gabrielle and Olive are sensitive snowflakes.

All the angry old guy does is poke Camille in the boob. FILE SEXUAL HARASSMENT CHARGES.

Gabrielle: CRYYYYYY THIS HURTS ME SO MUCH I HAVE TO LEAVE MY HOUSE ;__;

Olive you seem truly upset for your mother. You really do.

Oh and you were definitely sincerely upset for your mother, too, Gabrielle. Giving high-fives to the guy who causes this ~sadness~ is just her way of ~payback~

Why do they look so ANGRY? I mean, they're CRYING. Their faces should be ":(" not "D:<"

I guess they're just angry-criers.

Oh, Camille, what the fuck did you just do?

It's an ANGER party! Woooo!

Gabrielle is quite upset with the father-son hugging situation going on here.

Gabrielle: I AM THE TICKLE MONSTER!
Dominic: PLEASE GET AWAY FROM ME. :[

No one wants to hear about your milkshake, Olive. This is serious fucking business. So serious, that even *I* don't know why it's so serious.

Olive: CONGRATS ON BANGING MOM.
Gabrielle: I bet Malcolm is having sex *right* *now* D:

Olive: Ooh, a LIGHTER. Imagine the ADVENTURES I CAN GO ON WITH A LIGHTER. 8D

More uncomfortable looking fights. WHY IS THAT OLD MAN HERE AGAIN? Go back to the Springfield Retirement Castle. WHERE YOU BELONG.

It's how the communicate.

It's the ANGRY version of "kiss, kiss, darling."

Olive: What the fuck is GOING ON HERE?

I really don't know, Olive, but I think you're going to be nymphomaniac or someshit.

...It looks like Dominic really enjoyed seeing the Therapist...

AND ON TO UNI!

The second we get to uni, Malcolm gets pseudo-choked by Alma.

Here's Olive!

Malcolm!

Noah!

...and of course, Gabrielle!

They have a zombie cheerleader.

Which scares the piss out of Gabrielle, apparently.

Gabrielle: SHE'S GOING TO EAT OUR BRAINS OR SOMETHING. D:

She probably DOES eat brains to keep that fresh, rotten skintone of hers ~vibrant~

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