Alright. I must have missed the memo – when did The Sims stop being about cleaning up your babies poo poo, or ‘making whoopee’, and start being about hiring strippers and awesome mid-life crisis’?
Look, I have absolutely no idea if this will turn out to be some sort of terrible ruse, but I’m almost tempted to bust out The Sims 3, which remains in it’s cellophane wrapper – to this day – and give it a bash.
Apparently it allows you to pull ‘hilarious’ teenage pranks, host American Pie-style teenage parties, become the Prom King/Queen and build frickin’ Tree Houses? 
Count me in.
Maybe.
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