Monday, June 2, 2008

Every Tranny's Nightmare

Let's say I'm a sexilicious tranny. I want a hot do, a smokin' bod, a bodacious pair of knockers (fake or otherwise), and a makeup collection that would have put Tammy Faye to shame. Yes, it might be a little over the top, but fabulous nonethesless! This whole thing that Christina Aguilera has going on however, would make any tranny snap to attention and run, not walk, for their Origin's Well-Off Make-up remover. Bitch is an effing mess! A gross, effing mess! Why is no one there to gently take the lip liner from her and say the words she desperately needs to hear: "Christina, you've had enough." Isn't there like, Revlon rehab we can send this bitch to? And the tits, ugh, don't even get me started! Girl's got more veins than a goddamned retirement home. Disgusting! Put it away! Cover yourself up, if only for a moment, wipe that shit off your face, and go home to your child! Quit punishing us with your Barnum and Bailey's meets dicount hour at Knockers nastification. What did we ever do to you?!?


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