There is nothing worse that a dyke meter-maid on a bicycle - especially when they are stalking a potential victim to meet their quota for the day - in gay gluch in West Hollywood.
These low-life hefty bags are under the impression they’ve got big swinging di**s between their legs!
And, if you happen to have the misfortune to be riding in traffic behind one of these two-ton piglets, the ugly sight of rolls of fat hanging over the bicycle seat are enough to make anyone with the strongest stomach puke.
Today, I caught sight of one who obviously had an IQ of about 2.
And, all the personality of a slug.
In spite of the fact motorists were either paid-up at the meter, or protected by a handicapped tag in their windshield,, she stood in the street staring at drivers (awaiting to alight or drive on) sure there must be something wrong that might warrant a ticket.
This especially rang true in respect to a white gay male minding his own business as he waited for a male friend to finish up shopping and return to the car.
It was obvious from where I stood that the man-hater with the psychological problems was suffering from a severe case of penis envy!
Yeah, strapping a dildo on, doesn’t quite do it.
Eh, , diesel Jane?
Why don't they stick with softball?
