Angie, my totally badass "aunt" and godmother is a teacher at a high school. She is by far the best person I know. Hands down. But she's also a quiet kind of evil.
See, we had very little to do on Monday, so she brought us to her classroom to get it ready. Melanie decorated the chalk boards, Alan re-arranged the desks, Jon fixed the projector and I filled the candy jar. While we were there, Angie remembered about the two robot babies she had for the parenting classes she used to teach. These are the kind of robot babies that cry if you don't feed or change them, then grade you on how well you parented. Melanie, of course, wanted to try.
The baby we brought home was named Tyrone. He was evil. He cried every 5 minutes, on the dot. Every time he started crying, one of us would yell "GOSH DARN IT, TYRONE!" because it was just that irritating. I was trying to unlock all the songs on Guitar Hero: Aerosmith, because I had already beaten the game and they only had 14 of the 40+ songs, so I played the game all the way through and only had to re-play songs 4 times. I ended up beating their game, then used all my hard-earned virtul money to buy songs that couldn't be unlocked for free.
I still hear Tyrone's screeching in my nightmares.
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