How to Handle Women

Ladies and Gentlemen, today is a very important day.

 It's my birthday!!! Woof!!

Mom: "What did you say?"

Heh-heh, just joking, Mom.

You have no sense of humour.

Boom! It's Mom's 35th birthday, right? Mom?

Mom: "That's right."

What do you want from me for your birthday, Mom?

Mom: "Well, I wanna see that!!!"

Mom, oh, no! Do you really wanna see that?

Mom: "Yes!"

OK ... If you say so.

I'll do anything for you ...

Here you are.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Mom: "Uhhh, I love this pose.

You are so cute.

Can I smell your cute paw?"

Mom, I think ... I'm afraid to this, but I think that you are a bit of a pervert.

But it's OK. I love you.

Smell my paws as much as you want.

Mom, did you finish?

Can I move now?

Mom: "Wow, I love your yoga pose indeed and I like your smell so much!"

"OK, You can move now. Thank you very much for your birthday present."

Mom, is this you?

It seems like you, but this has no winkles!

Mom: "Bobby Lee, that's why you can't have a girlfriend!"

Mom, what do the numbers mean?

Mom: "You are really terrible."

"Don't open your mouth, please."

Mom says so ...

Papa: "Bobby Lee, let's celebrate her 35th birthday, heh-heh."

I don't get it.

Mom: "Bobby Lee, thank you very much for your yoga pose."

"Do you think that you can get this for the reward?"

Yes.

Mom: "Oh, this is not good for you. Sorry."

Mom: "OK, I'll give you this tiny little sweet blueberry for you."

Snap ...

Mom: "Huff, I can't eat anymore cake. I'm stuffed."

Mom, I can help you.

Mom, I can eat for you.

Mom: "No, you can't. I'll finish."

Mom: Snap.

(And the cake's gone.)

Papa, I can't believe that the such a mean lady is my Mom!!

Papa: "I know the feeling, Bobby Lee. But we can't win against her."

WHY~~~

Let's disobey her!!!

Papa: "I tried many times. But the situation never got better."

"I know her longer than you."

She ate the whole cake, even though I let her smell my paws.

I can't forgive her!!!

Mom: "I don't care if you don't forgive me, Bobby Lee."

This is the Mom's birthday's story.

Don't look at me ... I'm going to cry but I can't show my tears since I'm a man.

Mom: "Where are you?"

What, Mom.

(I somehow come to her place when she calls ...)

Mom: "I'll give your favorite treat. My lovely boy, Bobby Lee."

Can I believe this happening ...?

Mom: "I'm sorry that I didn't give you any cake of mine. But I knew that you like this rather than the cake."

"Now, you can enjoy your favorite treat. Here are more."

Snap snap.

Mom, I love you so much.

Happy Birthday, Dearest Mom.