The tale of Joey is a bit of a long one, but I will try and shorten it as much as possible. Joey arrived at my house after my son, "Skamp" went on a trip to Vegas with his friend. They found Joey at a second hand store and decided they HAD to have him.
The first night Joey arrived at my house with my son, we hid Joey in "Nutmeg's" bed. She went into her bedroom and FREAKED out when she saw him laying there. I went walking by just as she picked Joey up and threw him out into the hallway. I caught him and immediately threw him back at her. As I did, she tried to slam her door and Joey's neck got caught in the slammed door. His head was peering in my daughter's room, and his body was caught on the outside of the door. This of course made her freak out even more.
That night, her loving brothers took Joey and put him in Nutmeg's bathroom. The next morning she woke up and went in to get ready for the day. . .again LOUD SCREAM! The boys continued to taunt their sister with Joey until she threatened to rip him to pieces and throw him away.
Over the next few weeks, I found Joey in the tree, hanging from the patio, on top of the street sign, you name it, he was probably placed there. He went to countless friends homes to scare them and so on and so forth. Joey was quite the hit of the party around here.
So, one night after they had been using Joey as part of their capture the flag night games, apparently, someone forgot to bring him in. Thus, the pictures Alicia took up above. So, Joey spent the night out on the front lawn and Alicia had the ba-gee-bers scared out of her thinking it was a real kid.
Alas, poor Joey has seen better days and seems to have fallen apart from all of his fun and games this Summer. At least the memory of Joey will always remain with us.
Until next time. . .