Hollow weenie

When I was a kid, one event that traumatized me to no end was the bogus rumor that a ghost had been caught on camera during the filming of Three Men and a Baby. I don't think I slept soundly for five years. I remember lying in bed trying my best not to let the image pop into my head. "Think of Cecil Fielder," I'd tell myself.  "Alan Trammell turning a double play -- Alan Trammell turning a double play." Yet those little strategies never really worked. It's amusing to think it wasn't Freddy that kept me awake, or Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers. Or even the Wicked Witch. No, it was a cardboard cutout of Ted f*&%$ Danson. 

Happy Halloween