I Play Sims 2 (part5)

What's all this intensity about, compadres?

Dammit, Maura - don't encourage them.

Teenage Gretchen. Eating a forkful of nothing - but the pink hair is ... kicky.

Perfect, your tree is on fire and it's stopped raining. Not to mention, it's completely inaccessible to the fire fighter.

He just stood in the house talking about not being able to do his job, while everyone watched it burn,
and the maid bitched about walking on a triangle.

It could have killed someone, but instead it chose to become this inaccessible pile of rubble. Good times.

Speaking of good times, I thought I told you two to quit this wacky horseshit. Go blog about your hobbies.

Eugene has no trouble keeping himself busy with his invisible horse.

His kitchen primping alone requires careful scheduling.

Plus, the amount of time he spends communicating through the island counters about
"the others" doesn't leave any time for shenanigans.

But yeah, just keep doing this. It won't end badly at all.

Because it's not just Eugene who is thinking, "enough with the serenading, woman."

Geneva may not know a fork from a sword, but that dancing made her your girlfriend and she's breaking up with you.

And that's why you're old and derp now. See how that works?

Now go start a microwave fire with your noodles and think about what you've done,
and how you got your neck to do ... that.

Who ... the hell is this goober on the back deck?

Now he's cooling out in the front room! Eugene! Do something!

Watch out, weirdo, Eugene is flexing.

I've seen manlier responses to a stranger in the house, but I'm sure this sends a message.

Now you've done it. He's thoroughly offended.

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You just had to go and have a boy, didn't you. I'm naming him Eugene as your punishment.
Hurry up and shave his hand before he the other kids give him a special nickname.

Now get to work and slay a dragon or whatever it is you do in that getup.

Nice robe, old sport.

Beer in the fridge and you're drinking out of the milk carton? You are one boring immortal.

I do so enjoy your interpretive treadmill, though. I'll give you that.

All grown up, and wasting time drinking cans of juice. Get out there and impregnate someone.

Next time, try it without coats. I highly recommend doing it coatless. And inside.

I knew you could do it. Meanwhile, am I watching this from a fishbowl?

Gretchen, you are one creepy sleeper.

Maura! You've aged into Cyndi Lauper. That is rad.

Now that's a sturdy face.

I'm going to go right ahead and assume that a whole lotta foolin' around is the reason for this hair situation.

Calm all the way down, Karen - nobody wants to read your diary.

Whatever this is, it's probably none of my business.

Ugh. Alright, fine - I'll bite. What are you knuckleheads up to?

Pork chop sandwiches! How do you even start an inferno like this with a damned tv dinner.

How much do you want to bet that this would never happen if you just unplugged
the damned thing before you started jabbing screwdrivers into it?

Alright, this look isn't exactly burning my eyeballs. Definite improvement. Loving the ginger buns.

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I see you're wearing your job search kimono - and not a moment too soon, we'll be needing more money for a bigger place.

That's it - the very morning you move into the new house, shove that hand in the dirt and find a man in a sweater to date.

I'm sure if you tried, you could move faster.

Yes, I know. Too much grilled cheese can be binding.

Well, at least Geneva didn't let a floor baby disturb her brunch.

It's good that you're hosing her down, though. Let's call her Maura.

No need to look thoroughly depressed, I'm sure she'll eventually grow some hair.

Why the hell is everyone so bummed out? You have a nice, mature, child's bun now, Maura. Cheer up.

Ah, pretty pretty teenaged Maura. People might almost forget I named you terribly.

*sigh* Only a Maura would dance like that.

Melissa, you're old! What will you do with yourself now?

I'm not sure messing around with that lamp is a groovy idea.

"Fuck this shit" is exactly the stance I would have taken. You're a smart old lady.

Maura. Sounds like a cow mooing "Laura".

Yeah, I just now realized it, too.

Hey, there's a guy in a hat hanging around, have you met him yet?

Oh, I see you have. It seems like just mere minutes ago you didn't even exist.

Now Melissa is dead?! You can't even pass out drunk without all sorts of shit going down.

Yes, Geneva - I'm aware of you.

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