I'm headed out of the joint, kids! Keep your Sponge Bob/Dora lovin' managers - give 'em a binky if they start to cry about me and my posse leaving! The grown ups are going across town to sit at the adult table. I don't know who is going to still be around to change the diapers when they get soiled. Things won't function as well and there will be train wrecks without those who have already left and the rest of us that are joining 'em. On the bright side, there is always nap time to look forward to.
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