Jesus. It is as well it is Christmas and not November 5th as most of them would have had to stay well away from the bonfire.
MaSims is as much of a bastard as ever. I thought I was a cow and a bit of a bitter sausage but I have a tiny bit of Christmas spirit. That plastic bag is full of Christmas spite. Nasty auld boot. She’s just bitter because everyone knows she is a horrible spiteful horror. No wonder she is single. Team Amber all the way.
Little gobby chloe I cant be so cutting about. That wee lass is broken. Her gobbiness is because she is hurting. Poundies Gem was kind. Clelia is a gobshite and is old enough to know better. She certainly looks it.
Tommy looks like the blonde bloke out of Scooby doo. Mrs Cradock is out fannying herself with the injectabubbles. Brave having a power source near her coupon though.
Gutsby needs to lose his return ticket. It may be too much to ask that he takes the Sims lot with him and loses them too.
Blockie needs to listen to his dad. And Yaz needs to steer clear as well. Those two together are about as healthy as a slab of fat in a bap. With butter. And mayo.
L’il Petite Pirate used to be almost ok till he started getting in tight with the Simses. He needs to distance himself.
I know I keep saying it but it really is dying on its arse now. Same as MIC.
I need some replacement guilty pleasures.