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In the Nightlife neighborhood.
Y'know, there really should be a limit on the number of sim clones. 6 copies of anyone in the same neighborhood is a bit much.
Breakfast at the house. The men are as tasty as the cereal. No one has learned to make pancakes yet.
"But, sir, I thought I was supposed to cook!" protests Nick as James whips up mac& cheese
Nick has one thing on his mind: Tanis
"Yes, she is wearing make-up, boy."
Even David is lecturing him about it
Pregnant Tanis
James is wondering what lies under the tweed
And everyone has something to do.
(Nick got James to help him with his homework the next night...)
Y'know, there really should be a limit on the number of sim clones. 6 copies of anyone in the same neighborhood is a bit much.
Breakfast at the house. The men are as tasty as the cereal. No one has learned to make pancakes yet.
"But, sir, I thought I was supposed to cook!" protests Nick as James whips up mac& cheese
Nick has one thing on his mind: Tanis
"Yes, she is wearing make-up, boy."
Even David is lecturing him about it
Pregnant Tanis
James is wondering what lies under the tweed
And everyone has something to do.
(Nick got James to help him with his homework the next night...)