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| Hey Mrs. Landers, I didn't know you were judging the flower contest this year. *Gasp* is that a wig!? | |
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| Oh hi and you've brought you son, aww, well yes , I'm afraid it is a wig - I know I don't usually but... certain circumstances mean I can't do without one | |
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| You listen to me Mrs. Landers, going bald is no shame - I have conclusive evidence of that, now you take off that wig. *swipes wig* And be proud of you who you are! | |
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| I'm not going bald! I'm wearing a wig because my actual hair was infected with pubic lice | |
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| I'm confused... is it OK to laugh? *puts on wig* Hey Mom, check me out, I'm Mrs. Landers! Man... this wig itches | |
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| TIMMY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PUT DOWN THE WIG, AND RUN FOR YOUR FRIKKIN' LIFE! | |
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