I got pretty much inured to the teletubbies. Boobah is worse. So. Much. Worse. But then, I can watch Barney now without being completely creeped out, just a little flinchy.
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Boobah is worse.
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I'm a Boobah virgin. No clue as to what he/she/it is.
And planning on staying that way.
Mash a teletubby. Add LSD. Sprinkle with weird theremin like sound and glitter. Swirl in the air and provide cut out people figures to watch. That's a boobah.
Time to go read Wolves in the Walls. Kara finally figured out I'd stopped and is demanding it every night before bed again.
I got pretty much inured to the teletubbies.
Caillu.
Much worse.
I *heart* Teletubbies.
COMM'd, even as I blink in horror.
I *heart* Teletubbies.
(blinks some more)
Someday, I'll have to tell you about the road trip, my best friend, and the small Teletubby clip figures I entertained myself with for unwholesome hours.
Plei, my darling adored one, I think I'd need some peyote first.
Yes, the teletubbies spook me that badly. Watching my insane godchildren become progressively more glazed-over and slow of speech as they watched was enough to convince me of the teletubbies' satanhood.
I'm with Deb, here...