OMG.
What a brilliant post.
Hysterical.
Wow.
I'm going to be giggling the rest of the day, picturing a bawling youngster in a bassinet, with Manny, tresses running down his back, looking around the room, panicked, not sure how to respond to a threat that he can't turn on and bang off the Wall.
I think of how warped my two kids are and then think about the damage Manny could do just as a babysitter and I feel like I did pretty good.
In my time of exile in a dry town, I have to walk to a bar in the next town over. (Okay, it's not that far and a little exercise can't hurt.) It was nice walking back home up the hill after the game with a smile on my face because I knew that my going out and corresponding buzz was key to the Sox winning. So, clearly, I must go out again tonite, leave work early tomorrow, and pickle myself over the weekend for the Spanks.
Hey, just doing my part in RSN!
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