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Thursday, April 15, 2010

FML

Life is full of bullshit and trickery. I am always the bullshitee never the bullshitter...unfortunately. Today while waiting for my lunch order to be completed out of the corner of my eye I noticed a transvestite approaching the counter. This isnt your average effeminate man...this is Warren Sapp with a lacefront and acrylic nails. Its big...its black...and its UGLY. And then I realized I knew this manwomanthang....

Seewhathadhappenedwuz...

I was invited to a Mother's Day dinner celebration by a friend. To alleviate any issues wit meeting mommas and siblings he told me to bring along my roomie. We arrive and the house appears to be full of normal people...for the first 20 minutes. The guy who invited me (henceforth known as Tebow for being a cryin ass sucka) makes us feel welcome and we help ourselves to dinner and drinks. While enjoying out punch (possibly roofied) two lil dudes that look like Raz B and Trey Songs but if they were impoverished enter through the kitchen. A short while later Holiday Heart comes enters the building. I had just raised my glass of roofie juice to my lips and nearly choked to death when I saw him! 6'4, black as night, acrylic finger and toe nails, with a lacefront wig and wearing womens workout apparel....hideousness at its finest!

Skip to the fun part...we end up all getting drunk (or high) off to roofie juice while Tebow and his alcoholic mother, pregnant cigarette smoking sister, and toothless step father harassed me as to why I didn't want to be Tebow's "girl". Poor Trey Songz sexually harassed my roommate, and Holiday Heart protected his lightskinndeded Raz B doppleganger like a momma bear. When suddenly things go awry!!!

Holiday Heart becomes convinced that I, my roommate, and Tebow are lusting after his underaged manboy. My roomie and I head towards my vehicle because we dont want no parts of the asswhoopin HE/SH/IT/BEAST is threatning to unleash upon us! We are chased out of the house and all of us ( Raz B, Tebow, and poor Trey Songs) pile into my truck and screech off into the night to escape a pissed of and possibly gun weilding transexual.

To be continued...unfortunately

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