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All That Glitters is Tits

The first time I saw him/her, I didn't know what to think--
she was a dragqueen on the Sunset Strip-- one of the many,
who, despise chastising by closed minded tourists, worked
the strip in a prodigal manner year round-- sun or more
sun. At first, dad was just a bit hesitatant about me
brining Mizz Destiny Dolly Dane around so often, but he has
finally gave in, seeing what good friends we've become.
Today Mizz Dane and I were exchanging fashion tips when she
picked up a brush, demanding shyly that I comb her red
flop. "But Mizz," I try to reason, "How? It's just a wig,
man!" "Woman!" she snapped fiercely, persuading me to, as
she said, "Just do it"

So w/ an exaggerated flourish of the hand, which, of
course, was learned from shim, I brushed the ragged red
wig....then caught a huge knot. Fiercely, I pulled the
brush away-- and upon it's releasement, it rammed harshly
into my mouth, chipping a front tooth. Mizz Destiny Dolly
Dane thereby danced wickedly into the night, laughing her
insane ass off-- into the city where gold is real, but the
breasteses are not, being priceless perks unto themselves

"And buy me a star on the boulevard; it's
Californication...."-- Red Hot Chili
Peppers, "Californication"