As we have discussed in the past, mom and dad put together a baby-pin in the basement to hold me and I guess some other undesirables as well…round up the usual suspects kind of a situation if you ask me. Apparently they are under the impression that I like to “play” in the pen. While it’s not all that bad really, I do have a few concerns about my cellmates who are locked up with me in the baby-pin. I don’t mean to sound….well, is prejudice the right word? I'm not sure…ok, so I don’t mean to sound prejudice, but Christ, 4 out of 5 inmates in the baby-pin are from the Elmo family! I mean, what the hell is going on with these things when they are growing up? Kind of a child-star gone wrong thing? Different Strokes meets Sesame Street? My cellmates consist of Tickle-me-Elmo, Chicken-Dance-Elmo, Hokey-Pokey Elmo, and finally Screaming-Elmo Head, and of course then there is me. They are all nice enough guys but…come on, clinically speaking, I would think this would be statistically significant, right? Will someone please look into this for me, I’m currently incarcerated in the basement.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment