Holy crap Jesus, now I'll never be able to see hand puppets with my child's innocence once again... even more considering the goatse will innevitably evolve into fisting... T_T
Jesus, is that your frog in the banner photo? My family had one of those a looooong time ago but he was critically wounded in a car accident some 20 years ago.
You see, I have 3 siblings. All girls to be exact. And one time we were all in the back of our wood paneled station wagon on the way home from shopping with my mother.
One thing led to another and we took that exact Kermit the Frog hand puppet from my little sister and started playing an impromptu game of Keep-Away. I still remember the moment when Kermit passed through my arms, flying inexorably towards my mother's head, and then striking her square in the temple with those rock-hard beady plastic eyes of his.
My mom, irritated beyond belief and in a moment of weakness, grabbed Kermit, rolled her window down and tossed Kermit into the rainy darkness. She then resumed driving as if nothing had happened.
A quiet overcame the back of the station wagon. Poor Kermit. Oh god, what did we do? My little sister's face became suddenly red and she began to howl with grief. The rest of us sat in silent guilt.
Long story longer, my mom ended up making a U turn a long few minutes later and retrieving poor, defenseless kermit the frog puppet from the wet road.
Honest to god, he had a huge black tire mark across his mid section, and one of his eyes was missing. This particular puppet had this sort of rigid plastic interior which now felt like a bunch of broken plastic shards wrapped in felt.
To this day, it remains one of our family's most cherished "Family moments". Im pretty sure my little sister, now 30 years old, still hasn't forgiven us.
07/24/09
07/23/09
07/23/09
You see, I have 3 siblings. All girls to be exact. And one time we were all in the back of our wood paneled station wagon on the way home from shopping with my mother.
One thing led to another and we took that exact Kermit the Frog hand puppet from my little sister and started playing an impromptu game of Keep-Away. I still remember the moment when Kermit passed through my arms, flying inexorably towards my mother's head, and then striking her square in the temple with those rock-hard beady plastic eyes of his.
My mom, irritated beyond belief and in a moment of weakness, grabbed Kermit, rolled her window down and tossed Kermit into the rainy darkness. She then resumed driving as if nothing had happened.
A quiet overcame the back of the station wagon. Poor Kermit. Oh god, what did we do? My little sister's face became suddenly red and she began to howl with grief. The rest of us sat in silent guilt.
Long story longer, my mom ended up making a U turn a long few minutes later and retrieving poor, defenseless kermit the frog puppet from the wet road.
Honest to god, he had a huge black tire mark across his mid section, and one of his eyes was missing. This particular puppet had this sort of rigid plastic interior which now felt like a bunch of broken plastic shards wrapped in felt.
To this day, it remains one of our family's most cherished "Family moments". Im pretty sure my little sister, now 30 years old, still hasn't forgiven us.
07/23/09
07/23/09
07/23/09
07/23/09
07/23/09
07/23/09