At brunch this afternoon, I had the distinct displeasure of sitting across from the poorest specimen of trans-sexual I have ever seen.ever. There are assloads of trannys in this town, and by and large, most of them are passable (which is the point...right?). With the notable exception of Leslie (Is'nt he cute?)
The one I saw today was way scarier. It had giant tits and a gut to match (they had to be implants, no amount of female hormones could produce anything so monolithic), those dark black painted on eyebrows that look like nike swooshes, or your senile aunts. And blue mascara. Blue! It was hispanic, so naturally, albiet stereotypically, it had a hickey displayed prominently on it's neck. I felt sorry for what ever drunk dude gave it, right before he went to grope some poon and ended up with some estrogen deflicted cock instead.
A woman in the group was wearing a T shirt that proclaimed : Let's focus on ME.
Good choice, but sadly ineffective.
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