Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Repeat after me: Ze Clown is Mine Friend. He Will Not Bite Me, Und Throw Me in Ze Basement.





Ok, so perhaps my last babysitting gig did not go according to plan (I can't even remeber the last time I had to give someone an emergengy tracheotomy w/ a piece of broken mirror and a tin kazoo). Still, several months and two mistrials later and somehow, Aunt John and Unkle Lancifer over @ Kindertrauma have once again found themselves en-route to the ELK's convention w/o a babysitter. Seeing as how my days are free (FBI survalience) and I am in desperate need of money (Nigerian Pyramid Scheme), I will take this opportunity to regale the youngin's with tales of that dashing folkhero, Vincent Price, and the sage-like wisdom his conservative morality plays entone. Either way it should be a memorable night. Better leave your emergency contact numbers...just in case.

1 comment:

aunt john said...

You know, we still can't figure out how those footprints got on the ceiling or why the cat's ass won't stop bleeding, but who cares... Best. Babysitter. EVER!