Operation Bobo-Day 6- B Speaks

Hello my name is B and I am a bobo addict.

Its been a long six days without the bobos. At first I thought they were kidding when they talked about taking it away. I mean who in their right mind would live without the wonderful feeling of sucking on a piece of plastic. Maybe that's why mom is so tense. You should see her. All I do is grab my sister around her neck and take her for a drag around the room and my mom starts yelling. She's the one who needs a bobo.

They gave me a big boy bed (which they went on and on about) and in trade because I was a"big boy"they took away my delicious bobo's. What kind of trade is that? Its not like they gave me a rocket ship or some ATT stock. They wont even let me drive the car by myself. Nope now I just have this big ugly bed instead of my wonderful crib and a big gaping hole in my heart for my lovely bobos.

I have a plan. Since they are the meanest parents in the world who deny their only son his treasured bobo's I will drive them nuts. I'll start with sleep deprivation. I will spend the nights chanting , "I want my bobo." at different high pitches. I figure if I can hit the right note while complaining I can wake up my parents the neighbors and even all the local dogs. I think I can keep it up all night long if I have to. I've been training. I know I'm that good.

If that doesn't work I will find all different ways to abuse my sister and the dog until they have to give in. If they think the whole head lock thing is bad they ain't seen nothing yet. I've been watching pro wrestling behind their back. I've perfected my inverted atomic drop and my cobra clutch slam will really get them talking.

They'll be sorry they ever made me give up my bobos. Just you wait and see.