Mama Wolf was worried. She's been getting

Mama Wolf was worried. She's been getting calls from the police station. Supposedly her sons got arrested; one for property damage, another for impersonating a grandmother. Mama wo

ndered what had gone wrong in her parenting. Had she not shown her sons enough love? Had Mama Wolf not done her best given her resources? And now transvestism and vandalism had

become rampant, which was half ok (transvetism) and half not ok (the vandalism). Mama wolf was frustrated, tired, and decided to pour a hot bath, soak in some epsom salts, and

listen to whale sounds. Momma wolf had a little roach left and put it on a pin and tried to smoke it. That's when Mama Wolf's phone rang and the sheriff said they'd found her car.

Ms. Wolf was so excited she poked herself in the chin with the roach-loaded pin. "&$#%#%!" "Ma'am?" "Eh, shanks, therriff...for finding my carr. Ermahgerd I think I need a doctor

Because I am getting a corn on my left foot." Sheriff Joe didn't say anything, but he said to call Dr. Scholl. Ms. Wolf asked for the phone number, being computer illiterate.

"Oh, please, Joe, show me the tattoos on your feet," Ms. Wolf asked nervously, barely hiding her excitement. "But Ms. Wolf," Joe replied, "The point I was trying to make was that

I'd never show my foot tattoos to anyone." But it was too late. Ms. Wolf had chewed off my shoes and was all ready scanning my feet for ink. "There are no tattoos here!" she cried

"Look again," I said. Ms. Wolf stared down at the foot in total confusion. And then, like a new day's sun, it appeared. My magnificent tattoos, all along, were on her very eyes.