Man, I can’t believe I’m the first with this one!
Elmo has a Special Message for You.
Audio compression problem, eh? Sounds like a bunch of crap to me!
I was going to post something earlier, but I decided the mother who made an issue of it is such a fucking moron that she didn’t deserve the bandwidth.
I think that it’s Elmo who wants to die.
I’d want to die too if I had to spend my day coaxing poo out of toddlers.
Hey, everybody needs a hobby …
Right away, the title of this thread reminds me of something we laugh about in my family.
We have friends with a little girl who, when she was two years old, loved Elmo (she called him “Melmo”). She had Elmo toys, Elmso clothes, and loved to watch Elmo on TV.
One day, as I’m driving along at about 60 mph in fairly heavy traffic on the way home from work, I see what appears to be a trail of battered plush animals laying in the road. A pickup truck several car-lengths ahead of me had been carrying a load of plush animals in plastic garbage bags in the back, and some of them had bounced out along the way.
After a few small teddy bears and the like, I came across a giant 3-foot-tall Elmo who had obviously been run over such that white stuffing was coming out of his belly, much like innards protruding from animal roadkill.
I was laughing so hard, I nearly lost control of my car. I’m sure our friends’ daughter would have been traumatized for life upon seeing that.