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Well here you go. I very nearly didn't post this as I have had a sudden change of heart and decided that it's all crap.

However I have wasted an hour and a half uploading all the pictures and the like and it seemed a waste to burninate it all.

That said, this post contains:

Far too many pictures (40+)
Gratuitous and failing attempts to be amusing.
Appalling facial hair.

You have been warned.

Daffodil Lorikeet. Sweet and inocent looking on the exterior, a lazy-ass slob with a penchant for red haired men in their undies on the inside.

Which may or may not be the defining characteristics of her creator. Let us not stray into supposition.

And dog. Mono Lorrikeet, who's skill in wrecking up the place is rivaled only by her master

Ellen the paper girl who either has her eyes shut against the sheer yellow that is Daffodil and her dwelling place, or rather against the ex-streaker down the road.

Birds of a feather? Side note, all my paper delivery NPCs have screwed up facial animations. She has her eyes closed in every other lot I've been in whereas a paper boy in another neighbourhood was frozen in a permanent serial killer scowl.

Daffodil promptly goes and obtains herself in the Military career. She doesn't strike me the kinda person who joins the army but seeing as though it was the highest paying job in the paper, and that her goal in life is to marry off six sproglets, she can keep it.

And hey, the body points might just help to fend off the townie army of doom and their terrifingly-eyeballed leader. I have no idea what happened there. There is a sad lack of any kind of ginger-haired males dancing a jig in their underpants. Bugger.

I may have to keep Green-Shirt -otherwise known as Sabrina Lane...perhaps that townie name replacment hack wasn't as great as I thought - around here though. With her totally inappropriate fridge antics, she'll fit right in. She did that for quite some time. I worry about my sims sometimes.

Daffodil is meanwhile ignoring the fridge related antics and is discussing the difficulty in getting good help these days. Mono ignores the perfectly serviceable bowl of food over there and instead noms on the daisies. And the personality bar claims that she's a genius. Huh.

Flummoxed so far regarding spawn facilitators, Daffodil heads across the road to the local beach and immediately locates the only red head present. The only flaw is that he's ever so slightly underage.

Let's uh, try and keep things nice and legal there Daffodil.

Foiled again, female, still underaged and kinda purple. How I love towniefied skins.

Aaaand again. Still female and underaged, and while I could live with the black hair those chaps should have their own turn off icon.

Green shirt is unamused by Daffodil's attempt to ~~grope her boobs~~ tickle her. I find this somewhat hypocritcal seeing as though I left her swinging on my fridge door

I don't see this ending well

Like a moth to the flame aren't you Daffodil?. Didn't your mother tell you not to talk to sauve, top-hatted gentlemen?

Apparently not. I have no idea what it is that has caught their attention. It's either the pink flowers, or the way the paint peels so elegantly from the windows

I love how she looks about twelve in this shot. This girl really needs some body points and fast!

Damn, the neighbourhood really has gone to the dogs hasn't it? Bad enough having some smartly dressed chartalan maurding about stealing innocent neon fool's wallets, no, the Wicked Witch of the West has to show up.

If anyone starts singing, I'm gonna go kill something.

See? This is what happens when you don't listen to me. NO DRINK FOR YOU!

Red hair – check. Suitible age – check. Appalling facial hair – that's a big check.

Daffodil is not convinced on the theory of economic stability being reliant on facial hair

He apparently has a nice backside though. Daffodil is mightily impressed

Mightily impressed indeed.

I take it back, I prefer the Wicked Witch.

He does make the place look mighty pretty there though. Daffodil however, being too busy continuing to charm the kahki shorts off Mr Mustache – er Erick I believe his name to be - there fails to notice.

Daffodil wonders whether it is worth the effort to cross the three squares to her bed or whether she should just sleep here.

It should be noted that right about now, her creator is thinking much the same.

Yes, there's a nice, dry, warm house over there which totally explains why you're sleeping in the rain.

She apparently did make it to bed. Apparently removing one's makeup first was too arduous a task. She doesn't look too interested in the carpool blaring outside either.

I don't know how the drill sargent is going to feel about the neon yellow hair and not incidentally, the bead-eating shirt

What is it with the red-haired men in this town and criminally dreadful facial hair?

Daffodil survives the day with hair and beads unscathed

Is that really appropiate dress to wander around the neighbourhood in? The townies in my game begin to worry me futher.

Mono complains about being stinky, then promply protests about being clean as well. Fool dog!

Daffodil knows no shame.

Or how to cook apparently. That was supposed to be a delishus bowl of mac and cheese (erk!)

Daffodil rightly disposes of the charred mess that was her meal. Sadly she failed to avoid the cunningly colour co-ordinated mess the dog left behind

Due to character judgment fail, funds are somewhat lacking in the Lorikeet household. Solution? Mono is promptly sent off to work to pay off all those consumed flowerbeds. Thankfully she mastered 'Shake' with due swiftness because I hate training pets.

Right, where's that cowplant when you need it! Not only does he have apalling taste in pants, he steals my newspaper.

Daffodil is clearly not bothered by the out of control nasal bristles Erick sports. I'm not entirely sure why she's in her underpants either.

Far be it from me to question the er, wisdom of my sims.

One pink heart and she's already talking about the honeymoon. Which will involve the cheapest double bed and a cake unless you stop cracking onto him, and hit the books.