How do I know that? Because I was just proudly presented a headless and de-stuffed Elmo by Horse-dog, Doberman Destroyer. My daughter has had this particular stuffed Elmo since she was a baby. How Horse-dog got it I don’t know but she was apparently stealthily hiding out and committing stufficide while I was tucking my daughter into bed. All I know is that when my daughter starts looking for Elmo tomorrow morning heads will roll. Damnity damn damn damn.
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OUCH. I am SOOOOOO sorry. The same thing happened with Freddy’s stuffed dog (how ironic), only the cats pissed on it so viciously that it had to be tossed. Some things you just can’t wash out. Those damned cats cost me tons at the toy store THAT weekend!