Sims by Debbie Mascot
My Sims house caught fire. Since I bought fire alarms, I never read up about what to do if there was a fire. So my man was holding his hands to his face screaming a picture of fire and I happened to have had control of my woman at the time, so I was trying to get her to use the phone to call the fire department. The only thing she did was call out for pizza. Idiot.
I let go while trying to figure out what the heck to do and my woman ran out to hold her hands to her face and scream a picture of fire. She's so darn helpful. Then the firemen came and put it out and suddenly my flippin' stupid Sims family is watching television and having a darn snack. As if their livingroom wasn't just up in flames. Also, the picture is fine above the fireplace. That's just not conducive to the reality that I thought the Sims were going for.
I invited the neighbors, those Adamms family people, over. They wouldn't leave and my people HATED them. "Uh-uh" was the keyword. And they'd do that arm shake thing and walk away. I finally made my stupid-as-a-fencepost woman ask them to leave so that they could go to bed. And then my man refused to sleep with my woman and he started yelling at me. Jerk. I hit the quit button. That'll teach 'em.
(If you don't know what the Sims is, it's a computer game where you make simulated
people living in simulated households. I get great amusement out of my Sims
failures.)