For bowling this month Gary told us to dress as our favourite slut. I went as Ben.



My mom's take: "You look more like a dyke than a man."
10 minutes later: "You really shouldn't bother becoming a lesbian."
Me: "Well even if I did I'd be lipstick, not a drag king."
Her: "I don't even know what any of that means."

Michael went as Flo. We killed ourselves trying to find this specific blue chinese dress she always wears as ambassador to Dining Out For Life. (The red part is supposed to be a wine stain. Not a stab wound.)