July 27, 2008
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I am so tired today. I slept most of today and I could go right back to bed.
Made the kids cry when I told them they had to find their school uniforms so I could wash them for tomorrow. You'd think I'd ask them to gut slice a little kittie. Oi. Sent the Boy out for dinner, cos hey, I ain't cooking. I am so off food right now (YAY!). Except for of course, Cadbury's Fruit n' Nut. It will take more than self-pity and cancer to put me offa that, lemme tell ya.
Today's Bad Mother of the Day Award goes to... MOI, of course.
Today I taught Mouse how to kill people when playing The Sims.It gets too boring if you always play the Sims the way you are supposed to.
Good Ways to Kill Sims:
Put them in rooms but do not give them a fridge or a stove. They faint from hunger and... then they die.
Put them in a room without a toilet and watch them wee all over themselves and then get depressed... and die.
Give them a stove, no doors or windows and watch them set themselves on fire. They die.
Give them a stove, no toilet and no place to put the garbage, swarms of flies appear and... they die.
Give the Sim a nice big Turkey dinner, then build a pool, get them to go swimming, take away the pool steps and.... they drown.
Make them stand outside in a thunderstorm... they die when lightening strikes them.
Make a completely stoopid Sim attempt to fix a TV or a computer. They electrocute themselves... and they die.
Buy your Sim a Guinea pig for a pet. Don't feed or take care of the Guinea Pig. When the Sim tries to cuddle it, the Guinea Pig bites them and they get a horrible disease... and die.
Buy a Model Rocket Launcher and set it off in the house. With luck, the house goes up in flames. Make sure you've removed the doors so you can watch them.... die.
I not sure it is so healthy to be teaching an 8 year old this, but she is laughing her socks off.
Comments (5)
Double coincidence.
I cry my own self when Barbara says I have to find my Obama shirt so she can wash it. I have two identical Obama shirts -- it's my "uniform" when I'm not in my regular work uniform. Like, you know, when I'm not at work.
And the second coincidence is that I, too, am laughing my socks off. What exactly's a sim?
yeah.. my daughter put one in a room with no windows, no doors and no nothing.... and it died. then she told me that it died from boredom. ahhhhhhhh
My 12 year old is the queen of Sim killing (well I thought she was, but I now see that you hold that title). I am sending her this list, it is going to crack her up. She also gets her kids taken away a lot...
i wish my mom taught me how to kill sims... that sounds like fun.
do you want to adopt a 37 (almost 38) year old?
This is too-too funny, I laughed so hard my guts hurt...
Big Smoochies!!!
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