Beethoven, Trannies and Hot Wings  

VargrRikardson 43M
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2/23/2005 6:45 am

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Beethoven, Trannies and Hot Wings


Beethoven was year of the Tiger. Like me.
Beethoven was a realy bastard. Like me.
But did Beethoven like hot wings?
Doubtful.
I like hot wings. I'm just not very macho when it comes to how hot. So last night I tasted this sauce called Beneath Hell.
It was hot. Make me tear up hot.
But the wings I was eating were simply rated as killer.
They were killer. They were very hot. I was sweating and blushing and nearly cried.
So good.
But for an hour I couldn't taste. I couldn't taste my cigarette afterwards. I don't smoke pussy light fuck smokes. I smoke flavourful fuck smokes.
I couldn't taste it.
That's a hot wing.

Harley was going to upset me by telling that the girl I was hitting on Saturday night was actually a tranny.
Point 1: He was lying and only doing it to get a reaction.
Point 2: So what?
Is this really an issue?

Once, as a little psyche test in college, this guy Brian would ask people this question:
Suppose you met a girl, fell in love and got married. On the wedding night she told you that she used to be a man. What would you do?

Well, if I fell in love and got married to her...I don't see how this question has any bearing on anything. Dig?
Love is not bound by physical laws.

Besides he didn't say she had a package and it was all Crying Game time.

And I have to ask myself...self...how would you deal with that?
I mean, if someone lies...they are right out. But if you don't ask, are you really being lied to?
Of course, I'm not sure why I would think to ask.
Unless I was in Thailand.

Because I think we all know that one night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble.

Gotta go, I can feel the devil sliding up to me.

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