Ah, the Sims! My little play things. I have created you in my own image. I can give you a life of bliss and pleasure. Or I can give you a life of eternal misery and stupidity...forcing you to ritualistically piss on the floor and eat out of dog food cans! Mwahaha!!! *veg* When I say jump, you say "HOW HIGH??" Get it?! So yeah. You could say I have a God complex. And due to the wonderfully sharing and caring internet Sims community I have downloaded a houseful of Monkee Sims(+ one John Ritter sim, of Three's Co. fame, to act as the house man-servant) to add to my already flourishing Sims neighborhoods. Here I will documment their bizarre and puppet-like existance. This is what I have created thus far...

My human pets await the completion of their abode.

Mike approves of the Llama. Little does he know that this creature made from shrubbery and garden shears harbors within it the evil that is the Overloo..I mean Monkee Hotel...er...Mansion. It is mearly waiting for the arrival of a child...Christian perhaps?

Micky takes a piss in the comfort room.

Micky compliments his man-servant(a brightly colored John Ritter) before ordering him to scrub the toilet (which I may add, he did not flush) with a tooth brush.

Mike and jailbird Davy enjoy a game of billiards.

Here Davy violates Peter's personal bubble. Peter, to my dismay, seems to enjoy the intrusion.

Part 2: Sick, Sick Monkee Love

Katy and Nez gettin' busy in the privacy of Skipple's toarch-lit comfort room.

Katy and Micky have a midnight rendevous underneath the bitch..I mean birch tree. That two-timing hussy.

Peter and Andrea smoochin' at the front door. Everybody say "aww!"

...and a few moments later. This is a house of loose morals.

"That's just what we call pillow talk baby..."

And in the SAME bed?!

Maybe I'll add more later...these bastards never cease to amuse me.