Today at work while I was helping some customer I saw a train wreck of sex. It was approximately 6'3" not including the huge fake cork heels strapped to its feet. Coincidentally it couldn't walk in said heels. It looked like a dog who wasn't used to wearing those stupid dog booties their asshole owners make them wear. Clearly you're dog looks retarded. Clearly, this cross dresser looked retarded. Aside from it's manly height, it was also built like a fucking line backer, and I knew if given the chance that it could bench press me, throw me like a rag doll in it's place of slumber, roll me up in it's steel framed bed like sushi, and eat me whole to quell it's sexual appetite. A nightmare sure to haunt my thoughts tonight.
The beast came equipped with a tight as fuck and entirely too short jean skirt that led me to believe there is no god, and instilled a fearful thought in me that if it were to sneeze that I might vomit up my intestines. Essentially it looked a lot like this mash-up I threw together in ooooh about 3 minutes.
Why yes, I did use MS Paint. Thank you for noticing.
It was horrible. Thankfully I only saw it for like 10 seconds. Any longer and I don't think my penis would ever had been able to function again. But the thoughts of it parading around in my place of work are surely burned into my retinas.
On a related note, sometimes cross dressers get hit by trucks. That is all.
Archidoucheis:
"It's legs-and there are ten-
are like great tentacles,
unjointed, and upon it's serpent necks
are borne 5 mandanaed heads like nightmares of ferocity
and triple serried rows of hair and deep
gullets of black death. Half it's length it frolics.
It's heads in the air, outside it's horrid cleft,
hunting the sea around that promontory
for suckle thighs, library hotts, or what bigger game.
Thundering Amphitrite feeds in thousands.
And no ship's company can claim
to have passed it without loss and grief; It takes
from every ship, one hott for every gullet."
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