Shop assistant guffaws
During my college years I had a Saturday McJob at a well known chain of newsagents. This job was as exciting as it sounds.

After three years of selling newspapers and A4 ruled pads which save for a couple of dates with one of the lasses there was the most exciting occurence there I was sat at my till on my penultimate shift prior to shipping off to uni.

It was quiet so I was people watching. My eyes were drawn to a somewhat gangly figure browsing the magazines. "Fuck me, she's tall" thought I. Then "she" got closer.

This cross-dresser had gone to huge efforts to look good, with an expensive black dress and a black choker worn around the neck to disguise the Adam's Apple. Hair had also been expensively done by the look of it and makeup had been carefully applied. However, the look was ruined by two hugely obvious things; firstly black heels in a size ten are a giveaway and secondly the day's growth of stubble didn't help either.

I mean, if you're going to the trouble of wearing a choker to disguise the bulge in your throat, but think "shall I shave? Nah, fuck it" then you deserve all the ridicule you get.

If you really, really have to go to great lengths to look all pretty and get in touch with your feminine side it should be remembered that no amount of carefully applied camouflage is going to disguise the fact that you're a hairy, bollock-scratching geezer. Heels are not designed to be worn by anyone who possesses testicles, fact.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 16 Mar 2007, 11:49, Reply)