The Cost of Being the Boss

I'm proud of my contribution to The Wizard of Oz, which consisted of supervising the Munchkins. There were 453, only 60 of whom made it onto the screen.
The others were stand ins, and man did they need them. Half the time those little people were hung over. Parties every night. Once, they invited Margaret Hamilton to one of the bashes. Next day The Wicked Witch, instead of cackling, projectile vomited all over Munchkinland.
Add to that, these buggers were horny as hell. All day boners, which frightened Judy Garland back into her trailer. They forgot their lines, danced out of step, showed up late; Glinda The Good Witch lost $500 playing strip poker.
Of course everyone blamed me. My blood pressure shot sky high and clumps of hair fell out. I finally stabilized the situation by sneaking sedatives into their coffee and watering down the drinks. It's estimated over fifty Munchkin babies were conceived during filming, three by one of the male stars who humped anything within reach.
Hey, anything for art.