"But DZER, how did you know he was a transvestite hooker if he wasn't in his work clothes?"
Well, kiddos, Guam is a small place, and my village, Anigua, is an even smaller place. The person in question is a neighbor, who lives in a nearby apartment building and plies his/her trade at a skanky strip club across the main road. I know this because have previously seen him in her workclothes -- if you stop by the gas station near the strip club on your way home from a late night of poker, you often see these operators, who solicit very drunk people, often members of the Armed Forces, coming out of the club.
So THAT's how I knew. Happy? LOL
"DZER, what is a pica pole?"

And Mimi, I'm sorry to report to you that it does NOT vibrate. LOL
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Since when did they move away from the Bank of Hawaii? That's where I used to drop off drunken Military guys looking for Shnooser when I was bar-hopping the Island
I learned more in this post than I did in the 7 hours I spent at school today. Thanks Deeze!
you've been in that strip club, haven't you?
Hey Ell!
You've got a Pica Pole!!!!
bwuahahahaha!
Thanks for clearing that up for us sweetie! :)
I once went to the presentation of the pica awards - for printers (my then-partner had won a gold one). One the little gold statue is the word PICA written in mirror image - like letterpress!
Well, it seemed funny at the time.
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