My lads and ladies it finally happened i had a Troon in the local area.
Picture this old winos & Junkies everywhere. Walk into the bottle shop with other half to get supplies for a fun weekend, see ambiguous gay cunt. Ask partner Troon or gay cunt? Answer not definitive, browse selection of cheap piss and some spirits for good weekend, walk up to counter.
Regular amount of poor wino cunts, it's 11.30 am in the morning getting the first fix of box wine. Attempt at "feminine" voice. Androgynous gay man full sleeve on left arm with the classic AGP smirk, chatting to winos while serving failed gay man Troon,
They talk to winos about piercings and banal shit. Get to the counter put our purchases down, in a voice that's clearly a prepubescent man attempting womanz voice " can i see your I'D please?"
Partner looks at me looks at Troon and says " are you fucking serious?" Points at facial features clearly indicating not under age by at least 20 years . I pull out my I.D and says well "that's a fucking compliment" Troon continues to try and justify carding failed womanz voice. Partner goes that's alright "MATE" we all make mistakes to piss it off.
The way it retreated into its neck reminded me of Beaker from the muppets, i laugh at it openly which makes it more uncomfortable after trying to justify the question. Best bit is told the extended family about the troon and they are never shopping there again after describing that horror story again.
P.S: Second half here. I describe it as a stringy fuck. Made out of calamari. Incapable of even picking up a cinder block & throwing it in to a wheelbarrow. A useless late-20's degenerate child groomer. Alternative designer square glasses with that beady shit you saw slutty bitches wear on their wrists in the late 80's. Spoke to the gruff worker in front of us like a "real" woman. They wore hi-vis. Must have been a turn on. When I said "Mate", I checked myself, thinking I committed a hate crime. Then I thought "Nah, fuck, is this guy a troon or a feminine gay guy? Who takes offence there?" What a cunt. Then he scrutinised our ID's. Needless to say, we nuked our hands afterwards. Hate is disgust, and we were disgusted by this literal half-faggot. There's an upside down cross somewhere for me to nail the poof to. I don't care how much vocal coaching you get, you are forever a faggot & a mincing degenerate shit stain running a tin-pot bottle shop. The rainbow belong everywhere.
*had to edit the drunk bits from last night to make sense.