Tag: sims 2

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Huffington… That’s you guys, right?”

“Mmhm! And it’s so lovely for Heather and me to meet other polyamorous people, too!”

“Wait… polyamorous?”

“Mmmhm~ We’ve been poly since we got married! It’s lovely!”

“Huh, I never would’ve guessed. There’s, you know, just two of you…”

“Well, of course. We’re in an open relationship, hehe. That is, Marty lets me be free as a bird~!”

“Mmhm, and then I have dinner ready for Heather-Weather when she comes home and we go to bed.”

“Ummm… I see.”

“Ripp, can we talk?”

“What’d I do? Did I leave the seat up last night, or…?”

“Ripp, look, we’re both really happy you got your dream job, but you’re not the only one who needs sleep, you know? The late night noise needs to-”

*ding dong!*

“Was that… the doorbell?”

“Mmmm… I’ll go get it. Must be the paper boy.”

“Hey, I’ve been thinking. Do you think we could visit Luthor? It would be nice to meet my stepson, right?”

“Lillian, dear, he’s simply not worth our time. He had no interest in being the Bigbucks heir, even when he was my son. I don’t have much time left, anyway. Why waste it on someone who only causes disappointment?”

“But…”

“Please, dear, he’s not worth it.”

“I still don’t see the harm… Why don’t we flip through the phonebook and at least invite him to see the twins?”

“Absolutely not! This conversation is over!”

“Okay, then. Forget I asked.”

“Isabelle, you’ve been making sounds even Bigfoot would be afraid of. Are you okay?”

“Yeah… ughh… I’m fine.”

“Did you eat something bad?”

“No, just… oof, too much spinning.”

“Well, at least you’re not pregnant.”

“Ohmigosh, like that girl in our dance team?”

“Yeah. She is, like, such a slut. She’d woohoo anybody with a dick and five simoleons. What is she even doing at San Myshuno Prep, anyway? You think her tuition is paid in the bedroom? Maybe if we had, like, some video, do you think that’d be enough to exchange for an A in Simlish Lit?”

“Ugh! That is such a gross mental image!”

“I know, right?”

“She probably has, like, 30 STD’s!”

“So gross, right?”