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- May 26, 2019
Walk into packie store because I want Bitburger
Get carded by troon cashier.
Leave store with Bitburger.
Dramatic, I know.
Get carded by troon cashier.
Leave store with Bitburger.
Dramatic, I know.
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I'm opening a GoFundMe for your cause as we speak. Hold on, you WILL make it through this #ThoughtsandPrayersWalk into packie store because I want Bitburger
Get carded by troon cashier.
Leave store with Bitburger.
Dramatic, I know.
I love how these troons just make a mockery of a whole ass gender.The first troon I ever encountered in the wild was a dude with a 5'oclock shadow and a Marylin Monroe wig as a grocery store cashier with the name tag "Jennifer"
I had a rough looking young woman offer me her butt, a place in her van, and some meth, but I declined as I'm not a junkie. A tarot reading is the least of your worries.My husband and I got stranded in Portland because trains are stupid. While waiting for a shuttle bus outside the train station, this skinny guy in a pink dress sauntered past us. I got a bad vibe immediately. His hair was feminine, but I looked and thought: "is that a guy?" Sure enough, he pulled his mask off briefly as he walked past us (not sure why) and it was clearly a dude. He walked with that girly mimicry gait that most women don't even do.
My husband has that obnoxious Trump mask, the one of Trump rising out of the sea on a tank with fireworks and an eagle carrying a gun -- y'know, you've seen it somewhere. At this point, it was hanging off of his ear. The tranny was walking, then all of a sudden, he turned around and stared directly at me.
Oh no, I thought, this guy's mad. He's going to confront us.
He ceased heading down the way and walked to us. I didn't want to get into some bitter discourse with an AGP. I was tired. But he walked up to us in his heels and spoke in a soft, gay voice. "Excuse me," he said as he pulled out a wallet thing and gestured it toward us, "would you like a Tarot reading?"
I was stunned. Granted, it could've been much worse. It was technically a friendly interaction. We declined. Maybe I should've ministered to him or whatever, but it didn't even cross my mind. Out of all the places, Portland Oregon is exactly where I'd expect that kind of situation to occur.
TL;DR: a pink-clad tranny offered a Tarot reading to my mate and I, unprompted.
We talking prime Dee Snyder, present day Snyder, or Strangeland Snyder?I was working at a bank and was in this training program for some new shit we were doing, anyway I was waiting for the bus to take me to the train when I saw it. There was a gaggle of office chicks waiting there in office garb and towering above them was this six foot three troon with the most tragic blonde curly wig Ive ever seen. It looked like something you would buy on wish. Anyway, we get on the bus and it's pretty packed and the troon was forced to stand. Well this dainty troon wear what I would describe as an 80's "power suit" only he didnt need shoulder pads. High heels that made his size 13's look like size 20. And the worst makeup think Dee Synder at the office.
In the worst falsetto voice asks this big honking burly man to "give up his seat for a lady" to which the burly man responds "if you see one let me know"
The troon then made disgusted ugh's the whole way to the train while most people snickered at how ridiculous it looked.![]()
fun fact: CWC liked going to Golden Corral.Going to Golden Corral is always a mistake.
The dick is essential, "her" partner being gay and all.And honestly, she wasn't even that passing. And she told me she still had her dick (lmfao)