The Bootylicious Brothers : The Life Story of Bill and Bob (So Far...)
an excerpt

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Page 9 - [During the seventh grade] Ms. Greenside taught Bob math and Bill pre-algebra. Ms. Greenside was a woman who looked like she truly belonged in a nursing home, but despite years of frustration on the part of the county, who desperately wanted her to retire, this old bat just kept on truckin’. She wasn’t very nice, either. Ms. Greenside was definitely crotchety in her old age.

Page 10 - Bob stood up and wrapped a nearby scarf around some wavy blonde hair and, in a snotty voice, said, “Look at me! I’m Janette and I am more stylin’ than you’ll ever be. Lemme shake muh booty for ya!” Bob made a pitiful attempt at “booty dancing,” but it made Bill almost die laughing. Then Bill stood up and said, “My turn, my turn!” After a few moments of deep thought, Bill’s eye opened wide and Bob laughed hysterically. Bill spun around like an airhead and said, “Hey! I’m Gerri. I like… balloons and bubbles and aluminum foil pressed against my teeth to make it look like I got a grill in my mouth.”

Page 17- The way Whitney had introduced herself to the Bootylicious Brothers was, “I love your outfits. I used to be a flaming queen named Joaquin but I decided to become a transvestite named Whitney. It’s nice to meet you.” And that was pretty much the truth about Whitney. “He” was now a pre-op “she”… oh my!

Page 18- Then, there was Eve, who dressed so trashy you wouldn’t believe it unless you saw it! I mean, that girl looked like she rolled out of bed and slapped on two pasties and a pair of hot pants before leaving the house that morning.

Page 34 - With a name like Giggleheimer, they’ve gotta be a little loopy! The matriarch, Nana Anna Banana Giggleheimer, was running around in a bikini; At the age of 90, someone should have been doing something from preventing this calamity!

Page 45 - “Bobby, I think we need to kick these people out!”
“Oh, yeah?” Bob said sarcastically, “What was your first indication.”
Not realizing Bob’s sarcasm, Bill began, “Well, there’s beer and wigs all over the place, people are making out on my bed, there is someone’s nasty g-string dangling from the ceiling fan in the living room, and I think I just slipped on either a banana peel or a used condom.”