Working the entrance of a venue today.. Watching two blokes come through the carpark .. Just a couple of tradies, the boots the shorts the scruffy hair and shirts, weasily faced with a whispy attempt at a beard and moustache, The tattoo tuff on the arms etc ..
Thinking to myself that one O'l mate must have a bad liver tumor problem, guts is all bloated and rounded, either that or he's got Berri Berri, Poor Bastard ..
Well bugger me dead ! the two tradie types are Sheila's, Been having the hormones I guess to get the beards etc and voices happening / the boobs removed,.
BUT ones up the stick, O'l mate Missy errr what ever it is up the Duff ..
Its an interesting world we live in thes days .. " So mate you got long to go ? "
Bit of a half girlyboy voice replies a couple of months, if I can last that long, over it with this heat / humidity ....
Bit more banter and off for beers they go ..