|
SixMore2Go -> RE: The Transgender Thread (11/16/2011 9:21:39 AM)
|
So, when I comes back to me home town from wandering the world I'm at the local, and there's this big bird there, not one to stop the traffic but handsome enough, and she looked like she could handle a good tossing about the place, so I chats her up, and we ends up ... well right where I had hoped we would.
So there we are, in the middle of the preliminaries looking like we have a shot at the cup finals, when she stops and says "Connor, the one with the git sister! I knew I recognised you from someplace," And so out comes the whole bleeding story. And a right sad one it was at that, lots of pathos and dealing with brutish buggers. Well let me tell you, it was quite the shock to me, I mean I used to play ball with Jimmie, but now he's Janie and is playing with me very own balls. Well Conn, says I to meself, how are you going to plow this field. I looked at her, and all the bits I fancy on a bird were in the right places. So I plowed that field. More than a few times, I mean what's a fellow to do, her hair was black and her eyes was blue.
It's like my old Grandda, bless his soul, used to say: "If it talks like an Englishman and thinks like an Englishman, then it can die like an Englishman" Oh aye, I knows that's a little violent, but we can get like that when we're sober, and my old Grandda was a bloodthirsty old bugger who didn't much like Englishmen, but its to the point.
So power to you trans types and your whole switcheroo, God loves you, and I do to ... well unless you're from Cork, of course, nobody likes you then. [;)]
|
|
|
|
