Jan 16, 2010

no lie

On the Westbank* today at Target, I parked, nestled between three SUVs with ubiquitous Islamic prayer stickers** on their back windows. The place was thronged with hijab clad housewives, their children running absolutely wild.

Walking toward me is a 6'4" black tranny*** dressed in Rodarte for Target**** sucking on a diet coke*****.

I exit the parking lot, only to see....walking past a new Pupuseria******, just past the Cao Daiist******* temple, an Amish family of three....in full regalia, I'm talking straw hats, bonnets, beards, the whole shebang******* seemingly making their way to Burlington Coat Factory.


* my sacred homeland (suburban New Orleans)


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*****(sacred drink of my homeland)

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7 comments:

joe*to*hell said...

WORST excuse for a tranny, that photo

and i like this layout and presentation. solid 9.5!

madtexter ☺☺☺☺☺☺ (corey james) said...

Hey, I guess variety really is the spice of life. *sipping diet coke*

mrpeenee said...

How many drugs are you mixing these days?

Ur-spo said...

dear me!

Salty Miss Jill said...

What a joyful day!
All I see at my Target are snooty white folks.

Elizabeth said...

Your "sacred homeland" is so much spicier than mine! Mine is just filled with fat Pittsburghers weaing Pittsburgh Steelers jerseys - not a tranny or a hijab in sight!

Michael Guy said...

I'm reminded of Sheila E's "The Glamorous Life" here...

Also love the presentation of your post! :)