2010 has not been the best year for The Baby Eaters. I shoulder a good portion of that blame. For Christ sakes (Hoppy post-Easter) I decided to make another feature film. That pretty much destroyed any spare time I might have to get together with my friends to drink and shoot improvised madness against a wood-slated wall. So when I finally wrapped production I was itching for some raunchy fun. We set the date. The Baby Eaters would be making their return to the super small screen! I was jazzed. I needed the escape, and Ward and Devin are the perfect gents to take me there. So, yeah. All dressed up for the prom I was….until Bo’s punk ass decided she needed to be a week early and crawled her way out of her mothers vagina! Dude. Seriously. Nobody likes the lord or lady who shows up early to the party. People aren’t prepared. They’re still cleaning up, and making ice runs and maybe trying to squeeze in (or out) a shit before the whole thing starts.
Annie Roberts gave birth to Ella Bo Roberts at 4:20 (Yeah, I know) in the afternoon, completely RUINING my all my evening plans…and making them better. Elbow, this is your Uncle Trav…you are a Baby Eater for life.
). So I have decided that every so often I’ll reach back into the ol’ crypt and pull out an oldy but goody…give it some new life. 
