Lost

Greetings faithful readers...

I was browsing YouTube the other day and ran across something I had completely forgotten about. It is this video:




When I was a kid...this clip from Sesame Street freaked me out. I'm talking running out of the room screaming and burying me head into my pillow (if only I had the pillowhat...see last post)
It makes my skin crawl, my teeth hurt...and alters my ability to form a complete thought during between the hours of 12-1PM daily. This cartoon reaches into the abyss of my brain and jackslaps my brain stem. I don't like it in a boat. I won't like it with a goat. It is from the twisted mind that brought us so many happy cartoons....and evil ones like this. I have provided it here just so that you too can enjoy the demented trip of a little lost boy and the freaky clock that helps him find his way home.

If we ever get lost going on a trip...Mindy (who knows this fact about me) will tell me to "Make the first one the last." I usually get the chills, jerk the wheel, and ram the car into a guardrail. The airbags deploy and my family suffers once again from this devil/satan tool of a cartoon.

I have provided it here for your enjoyment.

Getting naked...indeed.

BV