> Sorry no time. I have a busy day ahead of me. First I need to cut my dick and balls > off and put them in ziplock. Then it's time to hustle to the airport and see if I can > catch a one way to O Canada. Basically when I get there first things first I'm off to > the courthouse to show exhibit A (bloody dick in a ziplock) and say I am a woman, > hear me roar. At which point I will demand justice and shag ass to the hospital where > they will cut open my chest and stuff some shit in there that looks sort of like girl > tits. Then it's off to the ball for my big moment. Oh what a dream I can compete with > these average coed chicks for pointlessness. Look at me, Miss Dickless, I made it! I > really made it.
Smittdogg, Just make sure you preserve your tackle in a jar of formaldehyde, and keep it under the kitchen sink before you leave. When you get back from Canada you will want to remember your lost manhood fondly. Here is a song for all you transgenders out here to sing along to while you hold your jar of formadehyde and preserved trouser snakes tightly to your plastic tits and reminisce about what your missing.