I composed this letter in my head last night as I was trying to take my dog for a late-night jaunt and found myself aggravatingly trolling behind a ‘lady’ of questionable reputation.
Trannie-licious…
Dearest Trannie Hooker,
I know you feel the need to saunter, shaking that jello-o all about, what with, trying to attract the ‘Johns’ and all… but could you please speed it up before I let my dog chomp on your STD-ridden ass? We both know what corner you’re walking to, so get your ass there already. Slut. And a word of advice, stop looking behind you at every car that passes darling, it looks a little desperate. Oh, wait. Nevermind, Get Money Guuuuuurl!
Always Your Neighborhood Bitch,
Phreaked
Eventually I just crossed the street… and then on the way back home I think I saw one of her ‘co-workers’ coming out from behind some building with a guy. Ah, Philly at it’s best.
LMFAO, Shannon this is some funny stuff.
All I have to say is, poor Thompkins. I mean, he’s the one with super-sensitive sense of smell and he’s lower the the ground, so imagine what he was taking in
Best of Luck on everything, Doll~
-Syreeta( apt 3R)