I’m sure you’ll be saddened to hear that the Babysitters Club books are no longer being produced. Which is bullshit, as the mill that tuns out that Sweet Valley High crap is still going strong. At least the BSC was giving something back to the community… although I’m sure Jessica Wakefield was giving out handjobs left and right from the back of her Spider Fiat.
My God, how do I remember all of that? I can never remember which way to point my tires when I park downhill, but I can remember the full name of every single member of the Babysitters Club, which I will kindly refrain from reciting for you now. Ah, sixth grade literature.
They belong to the ages now. Godspeed, BSC.