fancycwabs

So I had to drive the little cwab to school today, because for some reason or another she refuses to ride the bus--I've never gotten the complete story on that, but that's not the point of this post.

The point of this post is to remark that she informed me that she's required to sell two advertisements for her program for High School Musical. Which was a secret code meaning that she expected me to sell two advertisements for her program for High School Musical, or perhaps to shell out the $150 or so (she couldn't tell me what they actually cost, but that's probably somewhere in the neighborhood) that those advertisements cost, in effect paying so that my daughter could have a bit part in a play. I was sleepy, and the evil side of me didn't register the information for a while, but once it did, the possibilities presented by such an arrangement came tumbling through.

"Could we sell ads to those companies that advertise in the back of the Memphis Flyer? You know, 'MEET SEXY SINGLES IN YOUR AREA'?"

"No, I think there's something illegal about that."

"Are you sure? High school kids wanna meet sexy singles, too, you know. Or their parents"

"No, we can't do that."

"I mean the ads would just sell themselves."

"No."

I dropped her off, and the options just kept coming: Cigarette companies with cute cartoon mascots, beautiful people drinking Bailey's, Babes Show Club, Vote for McCain or the Islamofascists are gonna blow something up. The possibilities for $150 (or whatever) worth of amusement are endless!