Piles of cocaine. With pictures of Teletubbies on them. Why? Who knows? Who wants to know? Merely "knowing" would ruin the perfect Zen of the moment.
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I will speculate: Mommies would need at least a gram of it to sit through a full 1/2 hour of the show.
Teletubbies are the anti-christ.
Posted by: Pie Shell | September 30, 2005 at 11:07 AM
They're MUCH worse than Barney, and that's sayin sumpin.
Posted by: gail | September 30, 2005 at 11:11 AM
Seriously, I want to know how this show can be considered educational... they are brightly colored alien beings who do not articulate - they make silly sounds and jump around... they made Gabby cry! I understand the colors and simple shapes being stimulating to an infant but they say the show was geared toward 3-5 year olds????
They now have "Boombah" - another version of the tubbies...
Barney bugs me but at least he sang, told stories, spoke and interacted with (waaaaay too happy) children.
Frightening... (off my soapbox).
Posted by: Pie Shell | September 30, 2005 at 11:23 AM
Boombah is really creepy.
Posted by: Scott P | September 30, 2005 at 12:10 PM
Boombah, much like the Big Pink Bunny, is merely misunderstood by the masses.
Posted by: Julie | September 30, 2005 at 12:26 PM
Shell sent me an article by a lady who called the Boombahs "little dancing tumors."
Posted by: gail | September 30, 2005 at 12:34 PM
Oh no. Julie. No honey. Noooooooooooo!
Posted by: Pie Shell | September 30, 2005 at 12:35 PM
Julie, you're delirious. Go back to bed.
Posted by: Scott P | September 30, 2005 at 12:50 PM
So Jerry Falwell was right?
Posted by: bob | September 30, 2005 at 12:55 PM
Jerry Falwell, much like the Big Pink Bunny, was crocheted by thousands of granmothers.
Posted by: Julie | September 30, 2005 at 01:04 PM