Thatababy by Paul Trap for May 22, 2011
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May 23, 2011
Transcript:
Dad: I feel bad for you, your ilk and your plastic play structures. Dad: Our playgrounds were made out of cold, hard steel! It wasn't officially summer 'til someone broke their arm on the monkey bars! Dad: And each year the fifth graders used the merry-go-round to teach the first graders all about centrifugal force!! Dad: And the slide wasn't enclosed in a safety tube! Your coordination alone, kept you from flying off into space! Dad: The brave would run up the slide and the bold would scale the underbelly!! Dad: And those slides would get red hot baking in the sun! Dad: You can have your crummy internet! I want a metal slide!!
A metal slide and a roll of waxed paper. Sigh… Those were the days.