I was just thinking of how I got my old Teddy Ruxpin© out last yesterday and pushed play on his back. He said: Man, what YEAR is THIS? I thought we were friends, muther pus bucket. I think it was Glenda Spokerton, my baby sitter, who switched tapes out of her last clients My Buddy© from the Williams large home . She was Robin Williams nanny. I dont have a Teddy Ruxpin. Its a downgrade from an imaginary friend in a wheel chair. I used to refuse to take the stairs. Dad would pretend to carry Tony and I would wiggle my finger and say, Dad, Tony is the voice inside me. Mom would yell and I would take off everything but my underwear and say, Look everybody!, to people at the grocery store, Im just like my father, only he doesnt wear ANYTHING around the house. It RUINED Mr. Snuffleufagus from Sesame Street for me. Right about then, Dad would grab me but not before I grabbed his glasses and put them into an old ladys bosom area with swift haste. She had dementia. I was sixteen and wore very short tight white shorts just to mock Dad. Well, I guess everybody has a day like that. Also, I married my babysitter. I changed my name, had plastic surgery to look more like George Clooney. I went out on 15 prerehearsed dates and popped the question at Dairy Queen. Yes!! Please do not tell her.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 00:40:24 +0000
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