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In the sleepy city of Sherrill, N.Y., two unsuspecting adults have found themselves the objects of sleep deprivation research.

James Harden is currently in his tenth month of his study. His subjects, Debbie and Dennis Harden, have tried to foil his research to no avail. “Ferber” has failed and so has “The Family Bed.”

Young James conducts his studies by awakening in the wee hours of the morning, standing up in his crib, and screaming at the top of his lungs. Sometimes, a backrub from Mom will put him back to sleep; but at other times, it takes the formula ritual. Sometimes James is actually hungry but most of the time he just wants to check how his research is going.

Just how far has he gone? Last week, James woke up too early; his parents were still up watching David Letterman. Dennis looked at his lovely wife and said, “I can’t take this. I’m going to bed.”

Debbie responded, “If you do that, I will kill you in your sleep.” Dennis went to get the baby.

Any non-Ferber advice or even sympathetic anecdotes are being requested by these strung-out parents. All other babies James age in this area actually sleep through the night and have done so since they were 2 days old. Or their parents are outright liars.

Once there was a family who was given some venison by a friend. The wife cooked up the deer steaks, and served it to the husband and children.

The husband thought it would be fun to have the children guess what it was that they were eating.

“Is is beef?” The daughter Katie asked.

“Nope.”

“Is it pork?” the son Willie asked.

“Nope.”

“Heck, we don’t know, Dad!” Willie exclaimed.

“I’ll give you a clue,” the Dad said, “It’s what your mom sometimes calls me.”

“Spit it out, Willie!” cried Katie, “We’re eating Asshole!!”

Submitted by Calamjo
Edited by Curtis