A team of prostitutes, brigands, highwaymen,

A team of prostitutes, brigands, highwaymen, pirates, pimps, loiterers, shady folk, untrustworthies, hobos, criminals, thieves, pickpockets, delinquents and some French approached

the door tentatively. "The man who called was an E. Spitzer," said the head prostitute, "But I know this house all too well..." Just then, who should open the door but

Michael Scarn, clad in a striped full body condom and armed with a water blaster filled with antispermicide. He pump actioned and sprayed the brothel

stuff, a representative group of Busybodies United attacked Michael. Disapproving of the pride parade, and of a good time in general, they savaged him repeatedly with

a spoon. He got up and ran as soon as they were finished. It was a rainy day, so when he was running he got water all in his shoes. It was horrible, they were his new shoes and he

had never walked in high heels before. He ran out in the

rain, thirsting for blended rum and pineapple. He glanced scornfully as he passed a yoga studio and nearly broke a heel stumbling into O'Malley's. His old lady

was right next to him at the bar. "I'll have a pina- MOM! what are you doing here?" She looked over to her son. "Are those my sling-backs you're wearing? They look good on you."

It was then that Rob realized his mother had probably known all along and would have no problem accepting him as Roberta, with 1 caveat-he had to get his own pair of slingbacks now