Did I just hear the Wilhelm Scream or was

Did I just hear the Wilhelm Scream or was I just imagining it again?

with a look of sheer judgement, Amy rolled her eyes once again towards me. And like classic Amy, she walked away from her problems. With a sigh I began my search for Wilhelm.

"Do I not have problems myself, deary?!" Wilhelm shouted directly in my face. "All this talk of Amy, I haven't talked to her since that day when

Amy yelled at me about it & I, somehow, didn't bring up the baby again. So, as far as I ever knew, the baby was still down there when I left," Wilhelm screamed at his tormentors.

The baby thought to itself, more coherent to itself than ever would be to the matured ear, "this is exactly what I knew would happen if politics were brought up at holiday dinner."

The baby hated politics so much that it got sick as soon as it heard the name of the president.

Hey, you were the one who wanted to name the baby after the president, not me. No wonder our poor child is sick. Let's see if he'll respond to the name of Lester, instead. Maybe

if we had a president named Lester our child wouldn't get sick. Or we could get a different child. I mean, our child hates us right now for naming him after the president. It's not

that easy to stop making sense...you have to work at it. So, Lester opened his Disco in Hoboken, New Jersey. Everybody came to the joint: Gaga...Gigi...Topo...Lulu...I'm so proud!