I meant you've lost the political battle. Besides, you can't tell me that two pretty women kissing each other sloppily isn't romantic.
It's never like that...
I arrived in Toronto last night. It is Pride Week. The CN Tower is lit up in rainbow colors.
After checking in at the hotel, I rode the elevator up to the high floors with two large lesbians with tattoos, colored hair, who both stank of smoke while sucking face the entire trip up. Both had considerable girth and weight on me.
For a moment I considered saying something, but I didn’t want to get my ass kicked.
I can see my interview with the police now, "Can you explain again how you were raped by two women using strap-ons?" as they held their hands over their mouths to hide their snickers.
"Well officer, I told them sarcastically 'Just what I wanted, some hot woman on woman action.'"
To compound my issues, the two ladies got off on my floor, holding hands. Pride Week never disappoints, the freak show continued with two guys dressed in women's underwear quickly walking towards the elevator yelling for me to hold it for them.
I was tempted to say, "Hey guys, the ladies want their garments back." But I didn't for two reasons, the first being that these skinny characters obviously were not wearing clothing from the two immensely large women. The second being the two chicks would probably kick all of our asses.
I finally made it to my room, safe at last - only to find piles of glossy literature about celebrating Pride Week.
I seriously need to consider a new hotel.
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