Coming to Grips with Listen to Your Mother

I bought a new baggy shirt to cover . . . well if I told you what it's covering, that would ruin it.

But now that I think about it, I must tell the truth.

I have a gut.  There it is.

If you come to Listen to Your Mother tomorrow, you'll get to hear me speak. Which is fine.

I feel bad for you because you'll miss the best part of me.

My gut.  Covered by a baggy shirt.  Sorry.  But some things are left best to the imagination.

Now, go and Listen to Your Mother.  Unless she's telling you to wear nylons.