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| Mom, I've changed my mind about being a transvestite. I've decided to become a dancing bear trainer. | |
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| I'm never going to have any grandchildren... | |
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| I've already thought of a cool name for my dancing bear troup -- "Billy's Off-The-Hook Hip-Hop Bears." They'll break-dance and wear bling-bling. | |
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| Maybe one of his teachers will seduce him, and get pregnant...but then, my grandmotherhood would be tainted with scandal... | |
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| Hey -- maybe I could wear a mini-skirt and "fuck-me" heels instead of a bear-trainer suit --then I could be a dancing bear trainer AND a transvestite! COOL! | |
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| That does it! I'm signing you up for soccer first thing in the morning, young man! | |
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