The Sims Mug

An alright game, with about several million difficulties in The Sims AI... Sim 1: ZZzzzzz.... -Alarm goes off- Sim 1: WTF!? Crap, my alarm. I better go to work. Oh no I have to crap, and I can't go through that doorway into the bathroom because a bookcase is slightly blocking it. OH CRAP! -pisses on floor- Sim 1: Oh god, my hands are filthy from pissing! I must wash them! -Sim 1 glances at clock- Sim 1: 7:59am? I've got plenty of time! Nothing can stop me from washing my stinkin' hands, and I'm still in my pajamas. I'm also about to die of hunger because I wanted to play goddamn basketball all of yesterday, which is my only day off for the whole week! -crappy carpool pulls up at driveway, stays for three seconds, and quickly speeds off- Sim 1: Oh well. I'll be fired from my job which I have worked for about five months, without a single promotion, because I couldn't make any friends due to the fact my house's front yard is uneven, and I can't build any pathways or even the ground out because I have no money, due to the fact I spent it all to make myself happy with an art easel that he barely ever uses. I'm hungry! -Sim 1 screams and has fit- Sim 1: Here is my wife, Bella, strolling around the house reading books and poking at the dead fish in the aquarium that we forgot to feed. Bella: Sims ajhda dasdhasd hgas hdgas hdg! -Bella points at her stomach- Sim 1: Oh god, she's hungry again. And I keep telling you, Bella, stop talking in incoherent mumblings! Use your thought-bubbles and speech-bubbles!! Bella: -creates thought bubble thinking of a cross over Sim 1- Sim 1: Much better. Anyway, I hear the Repo Man clearing out our house due to unpaid bills! Better rescue our darling daughter from the attic! Bella: -creates speech bubble picturing a girl with a cross over her- Sim 1: Oh, right. She's at Military School because we forgot to set her alarm to wake up at the right time... whoops! -Repo Man claims piano, fridge, TV, bookcase, dead fish, table, five chairs, couch, wardrobe, double bed, single bed, and then the art easel- Sim 1: Awww! My art easel that I never use! Bella: -creates speech bubble with tombstone on it- Sim 1: What are you talking ab-oh crap. -Bella keels over onto the floor and the Grim Reaper comes in- Sim 1: Oh my god! My darling Bella! Please, Grim Reaper sir, please bring her back! -Grim Reaper motions for Paper Scissors Rock- Sim 1: Alright. -Sim 1 loses- Sim 1: SHIT. -Grim Reaper goes away, and the body of Bella turns into an ornament- Sim 1: NOOOOO! BELLA WHYY!?! -cries for eight hours at tombstone- Oh damn I'm getting hungry. Nevermind, I'm dirty again, somehow. I better go brush my teeth, which is stupid because I am completely filthy and need a bath, or shower. Ok, my teeth are clean, now since I'm at a mirror, I need to practice my charisma until I pass out... -hears improvement music in backround after six hours- Sim 1: YES! I did i..i...t... -passes out- -Sim 1 falls asleep and wakes up again. Sim 1 calls for pizza- Sim 1: GSG SDAHGD AJSDG hsgahgdajs hgdkjaH GJHGSAjhg fiASHDAG. Pizza Service: SHJGDA SKJGD7Y WG $40 DGAG SAHDASDF VSADVGFAGF. Sim 1: sad sahd. -Sim 1 hangs up- Sim 1: I'm still tired. The pizza service will take an hour, I might as well go to bed, and wake up at half past. Even with 30 minutes, I will not make it anyway because it takes me an hour to travel downstairs and take the longest and most drawn out route availible to the front door to grab a pizza which won't appetise me fully at all. -Sim 1 feels funny- Sim 1: Erm... I feel... dizzy... -dies- You: OMFG! FINALLY! I THOUGHT HE'D NEVER DIE! OMFG I HATE THIS GAME! -You smash computer-