|he made a lot of simoleons that got stolen by his folks
||[29 May 2010|03:07am]
||Avenue Q--It Sucks to Be Me
Megan: Hey, let's go get my old Sims CDs and see how the original game looks in retrospect.
Myself: This is going to be a depressing insight on how we utilized the years of our youths, isn't it.
Megan: Sure you don't mind me putting it on your computer?
Myself: Gosh, Megan, I dunno, I guess I'll just have to take the 30-meg hit.
Myself: So kids don't grow up in this one, right?
Megan: Nope. They're stuck like that forever.
Myself: In that case... (makes black kid, names him Gary Coleman Hurpadurp)
Megan: You are a terrible person.
Within three minutes...
Megan: Well, this didn't take long to devolve into absolute hell.
Myself: Fires sure did spread fast back then, wow.
Megan: (as Gary Coleman stomps on a present and screams while the other Hurpadurps burn around him) And THAT'S what Gary Coleman thinks of Christmas!
Myself: Megan, why are you giggling uncontrollably?
Myself: OH MY GOD WE KILLED GARY COLEMAN
Megan: It's good that you did this, Erin. It's good that you killed Gary Coleman. It's good that you wished him into the cornfield. What do you want to do now?
Myself: Make a Fred Phelps Sim and try again?
RIP Gary Coleman
Killed on Christmas by ineptly-placed fireworks
A sad little death for a sad little life of a sad little man
(Also Schmoopy, Laydy and Hermy Hurpadurp, Cassandra Goth, and four Tragic Clowns in a row)
ETA: THEY JUST KEPT RUNNING INTO THE FLAMES