Uglacy Week 11.4 The Short Shorts Return

Hmm, who might that be Woo-Hooing?
Hidalgo?



Ah, no, it's Beulah and her...
Great Uncle. Wonderful.



 -huff puff choke-
C'mon Hidalgo, Yoga's not that difficult!
"Can YOU do this?"
Fair point.



Ooh, bad luck Dally.



Hidalgo: "Whoa, Beulah! Kinky!"



Err, Beulah, while I'm impressed that you got into the Secret Society, you probably shouldn't imbed your head into the top of their limo.



Beulah: "Hey, why doesn't our house look like that?!"
-flicks head- Shut up.



Beulah: "Ah! They're swarming me!"
Hey, one of them might be your future husband.
Beulah: "But! My Ingy-poo!"
-shudder-



Hidalgo Thinking: "Hidalgo's body is so beautiful, he must show the people with his swimsuit!"
Erm, yes but that Chinese food is gonna make you as big as a house.
Hidalgo: -shriek- Oh my god! Stupid MunchieBot!



Take that you stupid cow!



Nice job, Hidalgo, just like your grandpa! Making flowers in your short-shorts!



And with a final ending the Sophomore year, I leave you for next time on the Bruty Uglacy!

Uglacy Week 11.3 The Birth Of Trash

Ok, I can understand being hormonal and having strange urges during pregnancy but...
Calista Thinking: "Hmm, Dolores had to WooHoo to make Magnus, Oh, Magnus and I WooHoo'ed!"



This has to be some kind of genetic disorder.




Gah! Kaylynn Langerak! The plague of Uglacies!
Kaylynn: "Hey, that Affreux kid will be cute when he gets older... Can I make kidlets with him?"
Creepy, but sure, why not?



"Fireflies! Pretty!"
Any luck?
"No, but I want this more than anything!"



Aww. Let the crushing disappointment set in.
"Sob!"



Hmm, Alvin Futa has some pretty gnarly genetics...
Sorry, I like throwing in these pictures to remind myself of possible spouses.



Dolores: "So, Affy, would you want to be a doctor when you get older?"
Affy: "Nah, I hate blood and needles."



Dolores: "Soccer Player?"
Affy: "Can't stand sweat or dirt."



Dolores: "What about a politician?"
Affy: "Fear of crowds and public speaking."
Dolores: "Freak."



Affy Thinking: "Stupid Grandma. Can't just leave to go wash my hands."
OCD Much Affy?
Affy: "One, two, three, one, two, three... You messed me up!"



Eugh, we need to breed the marble statue to breed into the family.




"Uh, Shoo Flee?"
Yes, Calista, we know you're going into labor.
-snooze-




Dolores: "You jerk! What are you doing here! Don't think nobody remembers that you once stole my mom's paper! And right when my Daughter-In-Law is giving birth!"





Aww, a little girl, who I named Basura, the Spanish word for trash.
Bassy: "Dear god, what is that woman wearing!"
Calista: "Aww! Only a few minutes old and already criticizing ugly fashion!"



Look who showed up!
Atty: "Hey, Jake! Guess what! I can walk!"
Jake: "That's great, Attrister. What's with that name, anyway?"



Mwuahahaha! Work little ants!
A produce shop is a perfect addition to the lot.

Well, that's all the events of two days in the Bruty house, next post will be The sophomore Year of College for Beulah and Hidalgo.

Uglacy Week 11.2 College Daze and Tilda's Famila

This particular post is about Hidalgo, Tilda, Beulah, and Tilda's Boyfriend Parker's Freshman Year of college.
Enjoy!



"Hidalgo's leiderhosen are beautiful."
Sure, Hidalgo. They're very nice.
"Ladies love the German clothing."
-cough-



Got Rave?
Nice outfit, Tilda!



Nice T-shirt Beulah.
(As you can tell, I just like showcasing all my CC.)



"You see? The ladies with the silly outfits love Hidalgo's leiderhosen!"
Point taken.



Parker: "Ooh, Tilda you're on fire!"
-ba dum bum!-
I have no idea how they don't notice that they're on fire.



Parker: "Congratulations on being hot, honey!"
Tilda: "Err, thanks Parker."



Parker: 'Tilda, I love seeing you in a toga! You can pull it off so well! Will you marry me?"
Tilda: "Ooh, how can I say no to your shmexy sandals!"



Wow that must have been some wild party.
Streaker: "I'm stuck behind this ladder, I don't know how I got here, and I want my Mommy!"
-sigh- Control + Shift + C
move_objects on



Parker: "Sorry guys! I'm outta here! College is cramping my style!"
Tilda: -cough- "Yeah... Style..."



"See, honey, this is what happens when you buy your own clothes. And you have style."
So, Tilda and Parker departed for a life together, happily dating and jumping on couches.



"Ooh, I wish I had a man to live with and have little kidlets! And make him blond and have custom hair, too!"



Erm, Ingo?
Wha- what are you doing here?
"I dunno! I was adding to my collection of ugly clothes when..."



Beulah: "INGY!!!"
-cringe-



Ingo: "Hey, you're... Dolores' granddaughter? She's my sister..."
Beulah: "I'm in love!"
Ingo: "Ah well!"
I'm profoundly disturbed; she's in love with her great-uncle.

-note to self- Do not allow Ingo and Beulah to have kidlets.



Well, Hidalgo and Beulah are now Sophomores, so that's the end of this week!



Now, before we go back to the main house, let's see how Tilda and Parker are doing.



Tilda: "Tee-Hee! I'm getting married."
Parker: "Hey, Tilda. Your Grandma's kinda, well, hot."
This family is so full of inappropriate romantic attractions.



Get out of the nice wedding picture Checo!
Stupid Shopping District Sims...



Cousins of the so far nonexistent Generation 5 on the way!



Bump!
Err, just imagine that I have two of these...



Tilda: "Hello little Ethan! No! Don't eat Mommy's hair! Ow!"
No ugly names needed for the spawn of spares.



Twins! Erm, Tilda it's probably not the best of ideas to stand directly on top of a newborn child.
-huff puff-



Jake! Yeah, I wasn't feeling very creative with the names.
Both kids got brown hair and blue eyes, Jake got skin 1, Ethan, skin 2.



Yes, Parker, by all means.
Wash your hands while leaving your child by a flaming oven.
Stupid non-Family Sims.



Not much to report until birthdays a day later!
Ethan is relatively cute.



Jake is a little... well... interesting.



Since I have no patience and love genetics, I used boolprop to age the kids up.
Ethan's pretty middle-of-the-road, his face is a wee bit distorted but otherwise he's pretty cute.



Same with Jake, pretty much a QT.

And here, we bid farewell to the longer branches of the Bruty family tree, and return to the central trunk that is the main house.
Poetic, I know. ; D