The other night I was drifting off to sleepy's house and was startled by the sound of a small cavalry trotting down my street. Clomp, clomp, clomp, clompity, clomp. One thing that is important to know about "my street" is that, for some reason, it is a haven for prostitution. And these are not just any prostitutes...these are transsexual/transvestite prostitutes. These are 6'5 biologically male black men twirling down my street in full drag: lucite pumps, blonde wigs, and body-hugging spandex mini-dresses. I feel like a little butch man compared to these divas...well, my neighbor and I were walking our dogs the other day and, alas, we found the above "shoe" in our alleyway. Hmmmm... Of course, we had to bust out the latex gloves and snag that treasure...I mean, look at that thing...it takes great skill and coordination to be able to sashay in those death traps. I can only imagine how that ONE shoe landed in our alleyway...just ONE shoe. All I know is that I feel pity for the poor soul that that chunk of lucite was hummed at.
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Well, you just must find the match, and the Cinderfella that goes with it!
umm, I may have to think about that advice before I just blindly act on it.
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