Why so......serious?

Baby, I tell you what, no body has got a sense of humor anymore! Remember the days when kids could just roam free and enjoy their childhoods? Well, we are livin' in different times now, Hon. This morning ,while I was teaching my Pole Dancin' class at the Wreck Center, I got an urgent call on my BlooCoof. Guess who it was. No. It was Master Pinhead from We Are Better Than You Academy. I told him again that all my social engagements are booked through Won Ton's Hot Tomatoes- no exceptions. Except for you , Shuga. I do enjoy my free time.


Anyhoo, Pinhead said they had an emergency with one of my Juniors at the school and I need to haul my carcass down there directly. Like any mother, I was alarmed. Grabbbin' a pinch hitter to take over my class, I tore oft for the school. I reckon the faculty is not familiar with proper pole dancin' attire, because I got more gawks than usual. While I was struttin' in I did recruit a few new members to enroll in my class. I have a good feelin' bout that librarian if I can get her to loosen up a bit......


Darlin' I got to stay focused now. Do you know what all the commotion was about? Junior had just wrapped twine around a classmates' face. Now, who hasn't done that? It's all in good fun! Since when is that such a big deal? For God's sake, the boy sat there and let him do it. Course, his head looked like a whadded up road map when I untangled him. It will puff right back out in a few hours. His mama was real upset 'bout! This wimp's parents were both weepin' and gnashin' their teeth. It's easy to see why their son is such a doormat. I told 'em they were lucky that's all he had done. Then, they threatened to press charges. Oh, Hell, to the no. All I need is to have the cops sniffin' round the trailer again. More than half of us got warrants out on us right now. Thinkin' fast, I asked to have a moment alone with Master Pinhead. After a few choice words from me, Pinhead convinced the big wuss's parents not to call the po po. Thank you, Jesus. I am so blessed!


Well, Sweetheart, I gettin' to that....looks like I'm gonna have to cancel our date tonight. You know how I had my heart set on steppin' out to the Monster Truck Pull with you! Just makes me sick to have to bail on such short notice. Instead, I will spend the evenin' doin' Pro Bono work for Pinhead. Hopefully, that won't take long. Then I got to run by the hospital and check on my pinch hitter from the Pole Dancin' class. She suffered a closed head injury and is now in a coma. Not many people know this but, Pole Dancin' is not as easy as it looks, Babe. How bout I text you when I'm done with all that?