Ace apparently has work, which is why he's been slacking. Me? I'm scraping the barrell of my depleted severance and couldn't be more of a textbook casualty of the bitchass recession. Anyway, I was on the city bus, trying to crack my most recent epic performance on brickbreaker, when I was nudged.
Human: Oh, sorry sugar. Didn't mean to bump ya.
Chef, transfixed on Bbreaker: not a problem.
Human: So, you're quite the busniess man aren't you?
Chef, puzzled by female interest: sure am (which was I lie, I just dress business casual everyday because it makes me feel like I still have a purpose.)
Human: well. isn't that sexy.
Chef: I'm sorry?
Human: I said you was sexy.
Chef: ...thanks?
Human: I'm a tranny and I love to suck cock...
Chef: ...F
I exited the train 4 stops early, and stumbled up the steps to gather myself. My instinct told me to text Ace and ask if it's okay to write "I'm a tranny and I love to suck cock" on the Bomb. Well, actually, my real instinct was to figure out if it's gay to think about a tranny sans penis. Which I concluded its not, at all. Ace's exact words:
"Getting off was the right move. Her package is absolutely bigger than yours. stop crusing for trannies and get a job dickface"
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