Chapter five; here we go again!

Hallais! We are back again with another update, Brad and I. Because Brad is still single, sigh.

And what a nice way to start the chapter too. With Brad standing next to his bed, almost wetting it Because he’s cool like that.


Brad: Ngghhhh

Can’t you just.. you know? Go and use the bathroom instead of standing there and making such a spectacle out of yourself??


He goes to the bathroom, takes a shower and then I have him work a bit on his book. For some reason he’s writing a children’s book. Makes like no sense.


Then….. Antonia calls. So not going to have her come over.


Instead Brad makes himself some egg and toast. Which is awesome! It is exciting because we have had to eat SO much salad.

Like tons..

… and tons.


And there it is. Buuuh. $414 to keep the electricity on. I am about $200 shy of that mark, but still one more day’s worth of work before it is due so I should be able to just pay for it lol.


Broke Sim is broke. Another reason to get a wife, ahem.


Since Brad is such a bookworm, he always reads whenever his fun meter is low, or he has idle time on his hands. It’s weird because even bookie Sims I’ve had before usually pick computer games instead. I’m not complaining though since it’s part of his daily stuff to do for work.

Anyway….. guess who I saw outside, Brad?

Brad: Uhm.. Antonia?

Fuck no.


It is Cake girl! She’s back. I wasn’t sure if we would see her again.

Quick, go say hi before she leaves.

Cake girl: Hmm.. I think I am lost. Where am I?


Then she spots Brad.

Cake girl: Hiiiii Brad!


Brad: Hi… what’s your name again?

Pretty sure we never knew it lol

Cake girl: It is Bailee :]

Brad: Ohh pretty name.

Brad & Bailee. It sounds so cute. ^^

Woman in black: Uuhhh I feel left out, so cyah.


Brad: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.

Well put a knot on it because we are not going to have her vanish again! We need to build up that meter.

Brad: But it buuuuuuurns.

Too bad. Suck it up bro.


Brad: So.. how have you been?

Bailee: Good, good. I don’t have more cake left for you, though.

Brad: That’s okay… I’m not sure what happened to the last one.

You’re being kinda boring. Just saying.


Brad: Right. Okay…

Bailee: What’s okay?

Brad: Oh nothing. Uhm. Hey want to hear a joke?

Help us all.. -.-

Bailee: Yes! I love jokes.

Brad: What do you get from a pampered cow?

Bailee: What what what??

Brad: Spoiled milk!



Bailee: Hahahaa!

Brad: Your turn.

Bailee: Okay. I got a cow joke too. What did the cowboy say to the cow that stood on the barn roof?

Brad: I don’t know…??

Bailee: Get down, cow!

…. a match made in heaven right there.


This popped up during their conversation, btw.

Brad: Oh yea! She should be a comedian. She’s really good.

Yeah.. that is definitely debatable as well.


Then he suddenly turns around and leaves.


Bailee: Byyyyyye Brad.

Okay so maybe she’s a bit loony, but she’s pretty cute.


Hey rude ass, why’d you ditch her.

Brad: Because the knot’s not working anymore and it’s gonna start leaking down my leg soon!

Okay, okay. I get it. Sheesh.


So he showers after that.. and do dishes. Then we have a lame bug.

The plate’s stuck on his hand.


Brad: It stinks! Gross!


It’s actually really stuck and his mood is going down the shitter now since the plate is dirty and nasty. But we can’t get it off so he has to go to bed with it.

I’m sorry but that’s pretty funny.

Brad: :[


Next day he is off to work again and comes back looking smug as hell.

Sup Brad? Got a promotion or something?

Brad: Nope.

Of course not. Well.. I guess we better work on finding that girlfriend then.

Let’s call Bailee! ^^


I decide on taking her for a casual and chill outing after the last couple of crazy trips out.

Brad: Your.. bikini looks great heeh heeh.

Don’t be a creeper. Although she do look great ;]


Now look what you did.. She’s walking away -.-

Bailee: There’s a POOL. Let’s hop in.

Yeah.. public pools tend to have, you know, pools. -.-


*Splash splash*


Srsly.. why is this dude everywhere?!

Person with braids: I’m gonna jump in hurr.



Morty Jr: Look at me.. breaking up these two gross adult. I’m going to do it again and again and again and again and again and ag-


But you’re not going to because we’ll go somewhere else.


To the park! To hang out and grab a bite to eat.

Bailee: *Yawn*

No, no. Nobody’s getting tired. We’re not done, kids.


A new wish popped up and I hoped it was about Bailee in particular, but no. Kiss ‘someone’. Could you at least be a little bit specific, Brad?

I swear he’s doing this to me on purpose.


The struggle is real.


But he’s being a good date and goes to make them some food. It started smoking pretty bad, then flames all over.. but the food didn’t burn.

Good. We won’t poison Bailee then.


Bailee: I think I see pigs.

As in.. ‘when pigs can fly’?

Bailee: I don’t get it.

You know.. the expression?

Bailee: Uhmmm.. flying pigs?

Never mind. Moving on.


Back to check on Brad to see how he’s doing with the grill. I watch him for a while but realize when I zoom back out that Bailee is gone!

Where did she go? :[

I’m thinking she just left since she was yawning a bunch earlier and it’s like Midnight at this point.


Brad: It’s lonely to eat by myself.

Sorry kid, can’t help it. Your date.. uh vanished I guess? But hey, more for you!


So Brad has a serving, we scoop up the left overs to bring it home and that’s when I see a certain redhead in the background.

Bailee’s still here!


Bailee: Hello random, Midnight chess people.

Player on the left: Just ignore her. She’s super annoying but will go away eventually.

Player on the right: I know right!

That’s kinda mean.. though I guess understandable ;D


But Bailee won’t have to feel left out because Brad’s on his way.

Brad: Hey, I thought you left.

Bailee: No. I just saw something cool. Like a frog in a hole.


Brad: Anyway, it looked kinda cool when you laid in the grass earlier. Wanna do it with me?


And they do :]

Bailee: I think that’s that flying pig.

Brad: The what now?

Just.. don’t ask.

Brad: If you come closer I’ll point out something really cool.

Bailee: Okies!

Okay.. that was probably the smoothest thing you’ve said so far.


See it would be really romantic and cute if not for this..

They are literally RIGHT next to the chess table.

Player on the left: Just pretend they’re not there.

Player on the right: Done!



Bailee: It’s getting kinda late, Brad.

Says the one who has no job or reason to get up early -.-

Brad: Okay….. Do you want to get together tomorrow, maybe?

Bailee: Ohhh yes.


And look! YAY!  Finally a wish with a specific girl’s name in it. And not just a flirt wish or something like that, but a girlfriend one.


But it’s late and I’d hate for her to say no because she’s sleepy.. Not to mention those annoying chess players are kinda in the way for a romantic moment.

Brad: Night Bailee.

Bailee: Niiiite.

And that’s it for today! We (almost) got a girlfriend, huzzah!

Score; -5


Chapter four; And finally a date!

So we made it to chapter four without any major disasters! Usually by now I would have had some house fires, shut down of electricity, pee puddles all over the place we also have no idiots running around yet– and talking about electricity, where’s my bills?! Or Brad’s bills I should say. Not that I’m complaining. The utility bill in Sims is crazy expensive!

But enough bla bla from me. Let’s check in with Brad!


So the game is kinda being weird again (No shocker there.) It’s forwarding a bit when I don’t play, and I don’t play another games than this one. It shouldn’t time travel, but it does!!

So today I found him out of bed and staring out the window.

Whatcha doing Brad?

Brad: I’m sad.

I hate to ask why.. but why?

Brad: I want romance but don’t have a girlfriend. :[

Oh that. Oh well. Sucks to be you I guess? LOL


He got a promotion! At long last! It didn’t bring in too much money, but it got Brad a computer as an added bonus, which he really needs for his career. :]


So he has a house and a job but no woman. We need a wife and I thought ‘Hey let’s go to the pool. There should be chicks there, right?

So here we go;

Brad in swimming trunks, check.
A pool; check.
A bar if the ladies do show up; check!


Bartender: Lalalala…

What’s up, bartender?

Bartender: Water. Lots of water.

True dat.


And here is Brad, mixing up a storm of drinks.

Not really. He’s still a newbie. But alcohol is alcohol.. right?


Brad: Nobody wants my drinks :[

Probably because they look kinda gross.

Brad: That’s not nice.

Well I guess truth hurts? LOL


So since there’s no women in the pool and we still need a wifey, I just have him play some piano. His skills are equally shitty as the bartending skills but oh well. It looks impressive at least?

And sure enough, we got girls coming up. They look cute too.

Brad? Some girls are coming.


Brad??? The girls are.. leaving.


Brad WTF!! They are cute and we need a girl. Antonia is psycho and I don’t know where Cake girl went. She somehow vanished from the interaction list. -.-

Brad: I’m busy. This is fun. I’m getting better :]

Eh, that’s up for debate.


Leather-jacket chick: Heh.. there’s that loser I told you about.

Cassandra: Ohhh should we mess with him?

Leather-jacket chick: Nah, not worth my time.

Yea.. you girls keep on walking. We don’t want you anyway!


So obviously the pool sucked. Let’s try the museum. Maybe some cute, intellectual girls are to be found there.

But nope. It’s dead.


Brad: Hey! I think I could be related to these guys.

They look like they’re nobility.. so probably not.

Brad: No, no. I think I am. I look like him.

No you don’t. And you’re from CAS anyway lol


Let’s go. There’s no one here. -.-

Brad: There’s this guy. *wave* Hello dragon!

He isn’t real. Just so you know.

Brad: How do you know? Real dragons don’t reveal themselves to mortals.



So we go to the library…. Nothing there but books. It’s like an alternative reality where suddenly there’s no people anywhere!!


Except this evil…

We went back home, and look who’s strolling down the street. Ugh.


Quick. Look busy.

Brad: I am. I’m ready “Reel her in.”

Good idea. You desperately need that.


Phew. She just walked by the house.



Speaking of house, with the bonus we bought a stove! But.. I didn’t really have enough money for the computer desk that I had to buy so that Brad can use his new computer.

I kinda had to sell some windows and wallpaper.. Ahem.


Brad has the next day off. I honestly just sent him off to bed the night before and didn’t want to update anything else. The day was boring as hell.

He has the day off so I thought I should send him to the gym. I mean.. c’mon, it’s the gym. There has to be girls there.. just look at Bella. She’s there like ALL the time.


So one woman strolled right on over to him as soon as he hopped onto the thread mill. She’s already passed YA though and we can’t have that. Besides, she’s kinda scary – and literally just stands there, staring him down. -.-


Then in the middle of the whole work out thing, Ayla calls. :]

A date! We didn’t even have to struggle for one. I guess Brad wasn’t completely fail the other night. Actually he was but she must have seen something in him.. oddly enough.


She invited him to a place called the… Uh don’t remember lol.

Brad: We should take a picture together. it will be a nice memory!

Or proof that you ever had an actual date lol.


Ayla: So.. I guess we didn’t really finish the other night, huh?

Brad: True, true. We can have some drinks and fix that.

Good boy! :]

Maybe that book did help a bit after all?


So Brad orders some drinks and they chat it up while waiting for them.

Ayla: I was thinking about you. You’re kinda cute.

Brad: I was thinking about you too.

Lies, you weren’t.

Brad: Shaddap. You don’t know that.

Actually, yes. Yes I do.


They move away from the bar that starting to get real crowded..

… and then this dude literally POPPED into view. He scared the shit out of me. It was so creepy.

Jack-in-the-box guy: I just want to be in your blog.

Well.. now you are.




Things are going great between Brad and Ayla.

Brad: So I just got a promotion and started writing a kid’s book.

Ayla: Oh.. you want to have kids then?

Brad: I guess..?

Dawwwww :]


But then.. ugh.


A date. Not with you bwahahah.

Antonia: Not if I can help it!


Uhm. What do you mean?

Antonia: Oh nothing. *evil smirk*


Antonia: Hey random girl I don’t care about know?

Ayla: Oh hey!

Brad: Oh that’s uhh.. Antonia. *whispers* She’s a litt-

Antonia: No need to whisper. I know that we had an amazing night together! I barely got any sleep, I was soooo tired the next day.


Ayla: Uh what?

Antonia: You didn’t know? You poor thing. Come on over here. Let’s do a little.. girl talk.

Oh no you didn’t!!!


Antonia: Anyway. It’s nice to see Brad with good friends. We should totes be friends too.

Ayla: Uhm.. so how long have you two – you know..

Antonia: Ooooh I don’t know. Weeks, months. Time flies.

Brad: Hey hey now. It’s not like that…

But Ayla walks off :[



Antonia: Heeh heeh.

You’re evil.

Antonia: Thanks!


Ayla: I need a drink. Make it a double.

Ohh look who the bartender is?

Person with braid: *ignores*


Antonia: Hey Braaaaad. Why don’t you come sit with me, dear?

Brad: I don’t know.. That was pretty bad.

Don’t do it. Not allowed.


Meanwhile Ayla is sitting down on a couch with this guy.

Couch-guy: Hey you. What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?

Ayla: *sigh* I don’t wanna talk. :[


You’re not allowed to talk to her.

Brad: Maybe we should just be friends, Antonia.



Ayla has gone back to getting another drink.


Antonia: Hello stranger. Do you have a house, job, money?

Denim guy: .. what?

Run man. Run while you can.


Brad seemed a bit lost and ended up listening to this guy.

Comedian: What do you call a sad cup of coffee????

Brad: What, what?? Teeeell me.

Comedian: A Depresso.



In the end we went home empty handed again. Totally no love. Just left over frank and beans.

Brad: I’m sad.


This is like Deja Vu.

Anyway. Brad can go to bed on his own. It was pretty cool that we didn’t get any bills though, and no new negative points!

Total score; -5

Chapter three; The night of the doormat

Hello friends and thank you for reading the blog. Brad has yet to find a woman to share his magnificent life and home with yet, but it has to happen soon for him.. right?


So I guess my game must have been running a little bit without me noticing for some odd reason. Odd things keep happening.-.-

Oh well, it’s fitting for the nature of the challenge I guess lol.


This resulted in Brad failing to take care of himself. Like.. all he did was get up in the morning after I put him to bed last night. He just needed to do his mourning routine before work on his own.

Apparently that’s too much to ask of an adult Sim.

Brad: I gotta pee.

No time to pee.


Really Brad?? You didn’t eat, shower or pee? I don’t feel sorry for you ONE bit.

So off he went to work. I was hoping to get a promotion because we could need some extra $$$. I really fear the bills when they come but oh well. Nothing I can do about that part.


Brad: I stink.

Mhm. In more ways than one. You went to work an entire day and made less than $200. That’s sad. And you PEED yourself.

I honestly thought they always use the bathroom and fill up that need at work at least?

Guess not, hmph.


However, being stinky and gross doesn’t stop Brad from wanting to get with someone. So far it’s just someone random without a name.

I kinda decided that whenever he has a wish to do something with a specific Sims, that’s the one we’ll go for as far as marriage and all that jazz are concerned.


In the middle of taking a shower.. The she-devil called again.


And why I let her come over, I don’t know. I guess I am a glutton for punishment, and I take a sadistic thrill in seeing Brad miserable LOL

Brad: Not funny.

Actually, it kinda is.


Until I spot her stomping down the street. Looks like a terrific beginning.


Brad gets out of the shower without even finishing it.

Brad: I don’t want her to leaaave!

I doubt she will.. she’s pushy. And bossy. And clingy.

Brad: You look nice. So.. uhm. How are you?


Antonia: Oh don’t you play innocent with me, Brad! I know what you did last night. Mhm. I heard all about it.

Brad: What do you mean?

Heh.. guess she means Cake girl at the library. Antonia must have spies out there. Doesn’t surprise me at all!

Just slightly clingy.


^ Totally Antonia. I keep typing Antonio ;D


So Brad does something really random. I guess he had enough of her shit? Instead of trying to explain the whole situation (although he did get awfully cozy with Cake girl) he gets in the shower and pretty much leaves Antonia on her own.


Then he proceeds with cleaning up last night’s dinner.. aka salad lol..

And still ignores Antonia it seems. Good boy.


But that doesn’t slow her down any.

Antonia: Hmm. Let’s see if there’s someone else’s fingerprints on this book.

Again, lets hide the knives!


Brad grabs some cereal and sits down and Antonia is not slow to hover over him.

Antonia: I’m going to leave if you don’t pay attention to me.

Brad: I was just hungry. Want some cereal?

Antonia: NO! You need to take me out to eat because you are being a shitty boyfriend.

He is not your boyfriend, freak.

Antonia: STFU. Didn’t ask you.



But Brad is being a doormat and takes her out anyway.

Antonia: Damn right he is.


And apparently that made her happy, sigh. There really should be a ‘high maintenance’ trait. It would suit her perfectly.

It changed as soon as she stepped foot inside the lounge. Seriously THE moment. Gone is the horrible attitude and she is happy as a clam now.



Bartender: You look like a nice couple. Any kids?

Antonia: Not yet.

Not.. ever.

Brad is quiet and just drinks. Probably for the best.


Antonia: So this is really nice. You should take me out more. Like every day.

Brad: Uhm. Okay.

No. Not okay dammit.


Oh look. Friendly girls. They’re locals too.

Antonia: Don’t look at them, Brad.

Brad: Uh..

Don’t be a rude ass. Say hi.

Brad: Hi….


Antonia: Fine. Bye. Your loss.

BYE! Not hurting my feelings. Keep on walking.


Looking back after her quick exit, Brad fails to get himself to the bathroom again. We are not losing more points!

So off he goes after being monitored since he’s like a two year old that’s still being potty trained.


Ohhh. Look who’s here. It’s under-wear girl.

Ayla: I actually have a name, you know. It’s Ayla. The cool chick.

Well.. can’t say she’s not a looker at least. Let’s find Brad!


Come dance with her, Brad.

Brad: Uh okay…

Dance with her usually doesn’t mean from the other side of the room. Just sayin’

Brad: But Antonia.. she could come back.

Who the hell cares? She’s not the boss of you. I am.


I don’t know why it sometimes clips their heads.. Oh well.

Ayla: It’s fine.. I can come to him. I’m not shy. ;]

That works for me.

Brad: But Antonia will get mad…

Who the fricken frack cares???


Ayla: Come here pussycat. I can show you a good time, if you know what I’m saying.

We do! Let’s do it. She’s cute and BAM insta-babies. Mwahaha.

Brad: Okay! Let’s do it.

Yay for flirty trait ;D


We invited Ayla home.

Brad: I invited her, you mean?

No, WE invited her.


Brad: Actually, I’m kinda tired.

Then wake the hell up. You got business to do.

Ayla: I’ll wake him up, no problem. Mmmmmm.


Brad: Okay. Suddenly not tired anymore.

Ayla: So wanna go to the bedroom, handsome?

Brad: Sure. I’m kinda tired still. Now that you’re mentioning it.


Ayla: Oh my god!! I am not attractive enough for you?? Is that why you keep wanting to fall asleep on me.

Brad: Wait, what?

You really are clueless aren’t you, huh? Just do me a favor and don’t write ‘Relationships 101’ as an author -.-

Speaking of author.. we should probably write a book soon lol. But we’ll worry about that later.


Ayla: No one has turned me down before! This is so embarrasing.

Brad: No, no. I am not turning you down. I can sleep, later. After.. you know.

You mean sex. After sex.

Brad: Yeah.. that.

For a flirty dude, you kinda suck at this.


Ayla: Ohhhh okay. Sounds good.

Brad: So.. where were we?

Groping I think. Pretty sure.


Ayla: Hold on. Just got to do some sit ups so that I can look good for the audience.


Ayla: Never mind.


Meanwhile Brad got tired.. More tired.

Brad: Zzz z *zombiewalks to bed*

Awww c’mon Brad :[ But nope. I couldn’t stop him from being tired.

Points: -5 Because he had to pee himself. Dumbass.

Chapter two; when evil came knocking.

I actually started the last chapter two days ago so I have another update already.. I know. I have no life. It’s sad. Except I can do more Sims stuff. Which is fun!

Anyway.. back to Brad and his charming self.


And here he is. Looking happy after a good night’s sleep and a shower – despite the fact that the salad from yesterday must taste even worse today.

Brad: Nuh uh. I’m a pretty good cook.

Yeah that’s probably why it says skill level 1 in your cooking skill.

So he goes to work, makes $200, comes home to eat more.. salad lol.. boring stuff.


But then.. DUN DUN DUN.

Evil is knocking on the door.


I just don’t get it.. Brad is in the middle of making salad and the door just swings open. -.- Is it because he has free will and just invited her as one of the automatic functions?

I don’t know! But I don’t want her there.



Antonia: Outta my way.

You’re actually in my way. In Brad’s door actually. House even. Go home.

Antonia: Nope. Sorry. Not happening.



She wasted no time, stripped down to her swimming suit and jumped into the pool.

And then… look how sweet and smiley she looks. Maybe there’s hope after all? They would make amazing looking babies. ^^


And Brad looks pretty happy too. It’s too cute when a Sim sits on the edge of a pool like that.

Brad: See! I told you she digs me.

I.. guess? Your house at least, heh. Even though it has like nothing in it.

Brad: Yeah well last night’s guests didn’t seem to mind – and we didn’t even use the pool. But hush now.. I got a woman to woo.

Uh uh.  Still thinks she’s evil, even at this point.


And so it was no surprise..

Antonia: “Last night’s guests?” You had people here?!?!?

Brad: Wait, what..?

Antonia: You had girls here?

Brad: But you we-

Antonia: Save it! Whatever. Get out.


So Antonia kicked Brad out of his own pool, and oddly enough he didn’t look too sad. I was wondering what he was up to and when I checked.. zomg.

More freaking salad!


Antonia followed him in eventually and just.. stood there.

Eh, I’d watch out if I was you, Brad. She’s like seriously freaking the hell out of me – hide the knife. Quick.


But Brad is now a whining asshat whose expression looks like this for the rest of the cooking/salad making. Chopping lettuce can hardly be called cooking, can it? lol

Antonia: Don’t make me check the bathroom for hair samples.

Yep. Definitely psycho that one.

Antonia: You can’t just invite me in and then just tell me about other girls.

Well technically you invited yourself in.. and he wasn’t doing that. AND you are not dating you insane freak. (I wonder what her traits are?!)


Antonia: Got it, Brad? Huh huh?!

Brad: ……

Antonia: Yea you better.

Rly Brad? You’re going to just let her stomp all over you like that – and OMG! It actually says ‘serve dinner.’ You were planning on cooking for that witch?


Antonia: Eh.. I got no time for that shit. I don’t like crappy salad. You better take me out somewhere nice if you want to date me, Brad.

Actually, he doesn’t.

Antonia: Call me when you got some cash!


Brad: I’m sad.

I noticed. Believe me. I’m sad too because you won’t hit Antonia in the face with a truck.

Brad: But I like her.


But he does.. I can tell it from his wishes, meh. Damn you Brad.



I take him to the park to try to cheer him up, but uh. It doesn’t seem to help very much. Wanna know something funny, though?!?

See the chick at the chess table to the left? With a pink shirt? Well I thought I could send Brad over there to chat with her a bit to lighten the mood – and maybe she wouldn’t be an airhead or a psychotic maniac.


Apparently she wasn’t feeling it LOL. As soon as I clicked on the available chair across from her, she stood up and left. I picked ‘join game.’ Can’t join anything that doesn’t exist. Poor Brad lol

Brad: Not funny.. Now I’m sad.

What difference does it make? You’re sad like 50% of the time anyway. *Cough*


I have him get up and play with someone else so that he can bump his fun meter and talk to someone normal for once.

Brad: hmph. I can pick whoever I want to talk to myself.

Yeah I see how well that’s been going for you.

Brad: I don’t like this guy. Or game. Or chair.


Old man with hat: You know what, son, I don’t like you either.

So that’s settled.. you don’t like each other.

Hold on. Are those surgeon gloves? Is the Old man actually a serial killer?! Maybe he is related to Antonia *shifty eyes*


Looking around, I am kind of starting to wonder about the people in the town. The randoms are kind of… interesting. The ones I placed in the game long time ago (and later forgot all about bwahaa) all have kinda bad personalities.

Odd guy in overalls: Coming through! Got a train to catch.

‘cept there’s no trains to catch in this game.. Well then.


I decide the park is a failure and go to the library to do practical stuff. Like working on Brad’s typing so that we can get money and win this game. What do you mean there’s no ‘winning’ the game…?

Anyho! Look who’s here.

Person with braids: Don’t even… BYE!


Again it’s lame to watch Brad sit on his ass and type, so I look around.


Okay so her sense of fashion could use a little help, but isn’t she cute?! Alhough I’m almost weirded out by how much the women in this town like to fish.

But never mind that. Let’s fetch Brad. Lord help us all.


Brad: Whoooohaaaa! I can see your bra.. and stuff.

HOLY SHIT, BRAD. Way to ruin it. -.- You make my soul hurt.

And so she walked off..

Brad: No prob! I’m a babe catcher. I’ll just go find her again. Easy, right?!

Yeah.. nothing could possible go wrong. At all.

Brad: Heeeeeey! Wait up. I was just kidding. You looked like a girl who could take a joke, you know?


She actually sat down.. and talked to him. I’m impressed. Like a proud mom moment.


Underwear-girl: Hey why are you standing all the way over there? I thought we were talking?

No kidding. Why are you just standing there, Brad? Go sit down with her!


Brad: So I was just coming from the park, but th-

Underwear-girl:: Ewww gross.

The park’s gross?

Underwear-girl: No. His face.

WTF? lol She does look grossed out.


Under-wear girl: Just kidding! Teeheeee.

Brad: Oh yea. So anyway.. I was coming from the park, but then decided to visi-

Under-wear girl: Hahaahaa! That’s really funny. You’re so funny.

Brad: Uhm.. Okay. Well. I’m Brad, what’s y-

Under-wear girl: That is hysterical! You should be a comedian or something. Hahahaa   29

Underwear-girl: Bye! Gotta go. It was fun, though.

Brad: Alright…

Well that was kinda weird. I guess the joke’s on you, Brad?

Bad pun is bad hurr hurr.


Guess what I also spied! A snack machine. So cool. I was so excited about seeing it that I made Brad eat something twice even though we can’t afford it. I just wanted to see what it looked like lol.

Is this a new thing in the game, or did I just severely fail and didn’t notice for the last.. uh YEARS? If so, the detective skills are real.

In other news.. look who just showed up! Cake girl.

Cake girl: I have a name, you know.

Oh yeah. What is it?

Cake girl: It is.. a secret.

(Okay I admit it. I fail at noting down stuff. Names included. ;D )


She picks up a book immediately and then just stops and stares at this guy.

Cake girl: Hey where did you come from?

I am pretty sure he sat there all along..

Cake girl: Oh. Where am I again?

Well.. there’s books everywhere. A checkout desk. A librarian and public computers. Pretty sure it means that you are at the freaking LIBRARY.

fYI, Cake girl makes my soul hurt too.


Although very randomly Brad came over while I was checking her out and started chatting with her, she was in a flirty mood – and since he has the romantic trait, it had to happen; hand holding and eye gazing.

Not sure about the whole ditsy girl thing, but hey, it beats psycho Snow-white, right?


Morty Jr: There’s kids in this library, you know. That is SO inappropriate.

Yeah well. I need babies in my household. Sorry. I gotta take what I can get, kid.

Morty Jr: Sounds desperate.

Well I am desperate at this point.. so. Hush your face.

Morty Jr: And my name is actually Alexander.

Well ‘Actually Alexander’.. I frankly don’t care! Sorry, not sorry.


Cake girl: Uhm. I think he’s right. There’s kids here. Like.. right next to my hand.

Brad: It’s okay. It will be educational. Like biology class heeh heeh.

Cake girl: Can I be the teacher?!

Halp! Somebody save me.


Apparently she must be into the whole roleplay kink because she’s getting all swoony over Brad.

Brad: I just got some shit to do, though.

Right now??? Like..?

Library kid: Grown ups are weird.


So he heads up-stairs, but at this point it seems as if Antonia is not the only one who’s not easy to shake off, because Cake girl is right behind!


She seats her across from Brad and just.. stares off into thin air.

Cake girl: No no.. I am picturing his face in my head.

But he is like right there. You can actually look at him. In person!


Cake girl: Oh yeah.. *swoons from a distance*

Brad.. Are you chatting with someone?

Brad: Hm? No. Nope.

It kinda looks like it. It better not be Antonia! 49

Cake girl: Oooooooh. I can chat with him. Yeah I’ll do that. :]

Again.. he’s like right there. But never mind, I give up.

And Brad himself? Totally ignores her. It’s kinda sad because I thought for a moment that they were getting along.. although I probably would have lost my freaking mind if I had to deal with her ass until she’s old enough to hit the grave.


So Brad went home after getting one skill level in writing and playing a video game. He stopped chatting online.. and never started with cake girl again. (I really need to figure out her name.)

So the grant total score you ask? It’s still 0. I know. Brad’s boring and won’t even pee his pants. LAME BRAD. JUST LAME.

Actually something happened! I bought lamps for the livingroom/kitchen. Yuzz.

Chapter one; oh what a party!

Welcome to my ISBI – this is definitely my favorite style of challenge, and I am super pumped to get started on it. It will be interesting because a) stupidity annoys me and b) I am used to being a super control freak LOL.


This blog will have some rated stuff. Consider yourself warned, dear reader. I don’t mean to offend anyone.. my humor is just a bit twisted. ;D


Anyho, here we go! I am excited. First onto our founder.


So we need a house and BAM here it is. I feel like a wizard. The Gandalf of creation. It kind of looked like it had a pond in the back of the lot and I was super jazzed until I realized that the pond wasn’t on the property.

Oh well. We have a house, and it’s cute, right? Right.


It also left us kinda broke but that must mean that it has a fabulous interior!


And here is the man himself; Brad Pepper. I randomized his name and oh boy was it tempting to call him Brad Pitt. But I couldn’t do it to Brad Pitt.

Brad: Hey! I heard that.

Yeah well you don’t know who Brad Pitt is, so…

Brad: True.


Since I am kinda senile (and forgot what I randomly rolled lol) when I did his traits and all that good stuff, I actually thought I should screen it just in case. I’m glad I did.

The two things I picked was his aspiration thing, which is soulmate. I kinda had to due to the title of this challenge, and I didn’t really want him to go running around and hump every female’s leg, because that shit’s exhausting, so I went with soul mate out of the two options.  Later down the line with other offspring though, mwahahhaha…

I also picked Romantic.

He is romantic and I randomly rolled gloomy. Joy and happiness.


Brad: Okay boring.

Your face is boring.

Brad: You kinda suck at smack talking.

Uh..let’s just move on with the show. We should check out your palace!


Okay, I lied. It doesn’t have a fantastic interior. In fact.. it’s kinda barren.

Brad: It’s dark in here. We didn’t pay the electricity bill? ALREADY?!

No no. We did it didn’t come yet. We just couldn’t afford a lamp.

Brad: …. I am already broke?


Uh yeah. LOL


Hey where are you going?

Brad: ….

I didn’t notice the door. I admit I kind of have the attention span of a squirrel. I was honestly curious to see where it would lead since I didn’t build this house myself.


Oh LOOK! We haz a pool. Brad can do something besides reading books.

That’s right! I got him a book shelf thingie since he has the book trait. I did something right.


Brad: It’s cold :[

Who cares?? We have a POOL. It’s awesome!

Brad: But it’s small, I can reach the bottom with my feet.

This is where he was pouting the entire time he was swimming. Thank you gloomy trait.


While he is pouting, we should spent the rest of that 2k on stuffs.

Like that bookshelf I already promised. Okay I lied earlier – I didn’t buy it YET. But I am now, okay? Here it is.


Kitchen huzzah! Okay so we kind of miss a few essential things but at least we don’t have to mooch of the neighbors or dig through the trash. Although that would be kinda funny.


And the bedroom. With a bed and three windows. Snazzy. And look who’s done swimming, (and pouting hopefully.)

Brad: This room is kinda lame.

So much for done pouting. But we don’t care, so moving on!


This is when I spy two ladies by the pond that I previously thought belonged to the lot. For some reason they are randomly fishing behind our house, but I am not complaining. It’s nice to see the womenfolk coming to Brad instead of having to desperately chase them down.

Lets send Brad over.


I command him over because I have dat Gandalf power!

You had to show up wearing swimming trunks? -.-

Brad: Dun matter. Ladies dig a guy with a bare chest.

Uhm. Okay.

Brad: Hey foxy lady. Sup?


She doesn’t look too happy to be honest.

Brad: No no. That’s a face of someone who digs what she sees.


Brad: Anyway! What do you think of this bod? Like what you see, eh eh?


Leather chick: Yeah.. I don’t think so.

Brad: Sure you do.

No, I actually think she doesn’t.

Brad: Pfft.. she’s just playing hard to get.

Leather chick: … who are you talking to, dude?

Brad: Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.


Leather chick: You know what? You are bugging me, your pick up lines are so lame that I can’t even call them pick up lines. Get lost. I got fish to catch.

Brad: Hey, that’s not nice.

She kinda has a point. You need to work on the whole pick up thing.


Brad: You don’t deserve this hot stuff anyway. Clearly you must be blind!

Yeah that’s probably it.

Brad: Shut up.

Leather chick: Who the hell are you talking to?!

See now she thinks you lost your mind.


This is where she is ignoring him and decides to do some fishing again.

Well done, Brad. Well done. Brad Pitt would be sad if I gave you his name.

Lets check out the other girl instead.


Or not…? I think she might be a he? Or? We need a she to make babies!

Is she a he? Who knows.

Person with braids: GTFO you’re blocking my fish.



But as Brad just stands there in all of his glory, I look around – and lookie lookie. A cute girl – with a cake. Outside of Brad’s house. What’s up with all the girls showing up around his place? Not that I am complaning.

C’mon Brad!


And she’s cute!

Cake girl: Who?

Uh. You?

Girl girl: Oh me. Yay!

Hmm.. maybe not the brightest crayon in the box. But neither is Brad LOL


Brad: Hello hello sweetpea. Is that cake for me? Of course it- Ohhhhh check that out.


Brad: Nine o’clock. Outside my door.

Oh yeah. But you got the redhead with the cake. Talk to her. Don’t be rude.

Brad: *stare* Hm what?



Snow-white: Eh. I am totally worth the attention. He should drop that girl.

It’s not like he’s dating her.. or you.

Snow-white: Pfft. Well then, I’m leaving.

Fine by me because I got the feeling that you’re high maintenance anyway – and that just doesn’t work in this challenge. Though you’d make pretty babies.

Snow-white: Duh. Of course I would.


Alright kid, back to you and cake girl.

Brad: Hmmm….?


Brad: But I want to talk to Snow-white.

No you don’t.


But he did.. sigh.

Brad: Hey you! Wait up.

Cake girl: Who me?

No! You are already there. Like right in front of him. -.-

Cake girl: Oh yeah.. teeeheeee. Silly me.



Mustache man: Eyyhhh.. nice swimming trunks.

Brad: I know right?!

Just.. no.

Cake girl: So about this cake – anyone want a bite?


Snow-white: *stomps off* Hmph.

Yeah that’s right. Just keep on walking.

Snow-white: Bite me.


Brad: No wait!! Come back!!


No, Brad.. bad.

Brad: But look how pretty she is.. heeeh heeeh.

Cake girl: Oh look.. birds. *stares off in the distance*

This gathering is pure win all around.


Cake girl: So where did those birds go? Oh wait. I think they’re balloons.. or airplanes. Yeah, I think airplanes.

Right. At least she’s cute? That’s always something.

Cake girl: Definitely airplanes. Yup.


Snow-white: So listen here, girl with lame ribbon cake, why don’t you just walk down this street while I talk to this loser – err, guy here?

Cake girl: Wha…?

Snow-white: He has an awesome house! I could totally live there and be the ruler of the home. So you need to, like, get lost. You’re stinking up the place.

Brad.. I really don’t think you should talk to this girl anymore. -.-


Snow-white: Shaddap. I do as I want.

You eh went into his house?

Snow-white: I DO AS I WANT, REMEMBER?!

I guess she’ll notice the sad condition of interior any moment anyway lol…. and who’s the random dude in the back of the picture?!

Random guy: Don’t mind me. Just staring at the wall.


And for some reason another guy showed up. I guess it’s some kind of welcoming ‘party’?

Snow-white: Why is she getting hugs?! That makes me feel so sad and lonely.. wahhhhhh!

Maybe if you were less of a pain that wouldn’t be an issue?



Brad: Heeeh heeeeh I’ll hug you.

No you won’t.

Brad: Yes I will.

But no you won’t. I will cancel your action.

Brad: I hate my life.

I can’t say it’s too enjoyable for me either. GET THESE PEOPLE OUT AND GET A JOB!

Snow-white: Hug me. *fake sniffles*

No. Just no.


Random dude #2: I’ll just stand right here.

You’re blocking my camera.

Random dude #2: Don’t really care.

Oh wow. You and Snow-white are a match in heaven. Why don’t you take her home?

Snow-white: Not unless he has a house.

Random dude #2: I don’t lolz. Why do you think I’m here in this loser house with no furniture or light bulb?


Brad: I’m still here!

That’s good.. since you are the only one who actually belongs in the house!

Cake girl: Who me?



I guess Snow-white’s name is Antonia. I found that out while checking out his wants.. and apparently Brad wants to talk shit about the neighbors. Nice.


Random guy: Hey I’m right here you know. That’s rude.

I know. I don’t know what to say. Brad’s a lost case.


Speaking of Brad, the boy needs a job so I have him get on his phone to pick one. I go with the writing thing since he’s into books n stuff. Not that we have a computer, but details.

Brad: Author? That sounds like work..

Well work is generally that – it’s why it’s called work, dumbass.


I wanted to send him to the library to work on his writing skills but wat da fuq?! I don’t want this social event… I didn’t ask for it.


So I just impatiently waited while watching the idiot squad finish up their thing.. put some pants on Brad and FINALLY – library time.

Isn’t it awesome? I didn’t build it either because I suck major ass at building. I was never a lego wizz.. just saying.


And there’s light inside! And only guys, which is great because there’s no distractions from the ladies.

Brad is being a good boy and actually does his thing. You know, writing and shit.


And guess who’s here? You got it! Guy/girl with the braids.

Person with braids: Go away. I’m busy.

Fine. Don’t have to ask me twice.


I kind of decided that it was a dude anyway. Until I saw this… isn’t that boobs on the guy? I mean girl? It must be a girl. Right?


Brad: Humdidum.. never mind me. I am just writing about cheese and world domination.

Okay. You do that.


Oh look.. there actually IS a girl in here.

Chess woman: Go away or I’ll cut you.

… right.

How we ever will find a gud woman for Brad, I don’t know.


Okay I decided. It’s a guy. Look at the hands. Only a guy has hands like that. And I checked his name hurr hurr.

Guy with braids: Why does it matter to you? Happy now?

Well.. it’s boring to watch someone type for hours, okay?! I had to have something to do. Like checking your name.


And that’s about all I can stand of the library so home we go. Brad’s getting hungry anyway and we all know what moody shit he can be.

Since the kitchen rocks, we have to eat salad.

Brad: I like salad :]

That’s good since you’ll be eating it a lot LOL


Brad: Owwww owwww owwww..


Brad: I cut my finger :[

What are you? Like 5?

Brad: But it hurts.

Don’t be a baby.


Brad: Fine. I don’t like you anymore.

I’m okay with that, actually. Although… you might uh want to see where you’re pouring that oil, though.

Brad: I don’t care.

You will once you realize that you just poured the whole bottle over the salad.

Brad: You’re not the boss of me.

Well, I kinda am.. Bwahahahaa.


Because that will make your salad taste better.

Brad: Too much oil in it. Need some substance.

Ew.. just ew. And check the color of that.. soup/salad/thing. It actually looked super gross once it was on the plate. Cooking 0/10.


At least he’s doing dishes.. in the bathroom sink because we haz no more money left.

Brad: Just.. you know what? I have a job now and I am going there tomorrow and I will make the big bucks and then you can just stfu!

Okay. Let’s make ‘the big bucks.’ *snicker snicker* I mean, of course you will. As a lousy-bottom of the barrel employee. Why wouldn’t they pay you a fortune? Makes totes sense.


And with that we send Brad to bed. So that he can be fresh and ready for tomorrow’s adventure. Hopefully that mean we can buy a light bulb. And meet a normal girl. Please let there be at least ONE normal girl in this city.

Score: Zero.. because absolutely nothing worth mentioning happened.