here is a little ditty about something that I discovered down at the Coffee Cave... its Sunday... the day of kick back and relax with a cup of java... in attendents was/is Guy Pal to Girls Barista (I want to use the word I usually use but-any way you get the ideal)... Got a Light Barista... and back by popular or is it unpopular demand Voodoo Witch Barista... we where all chatting up like a Chatty Cathy doll that had its string pulled hard... first what I did... there was a hot babe (almost of or just barely over 21) that came in, ordered something iced... I was sitting at the counter... on the 'pick up your fucking drink now counter' was/is a flower arrangement that was as big as a bush... hot young babe (at least to me she is young) wearing shorts and some top that showed off her nice boobs (I prefer the word tits but hey)... as she was picking up her drink she commented on the flowers... me who can't let things slid... commented on how the flowers look like a fucking bush (because of the hight & bigness of arrangement)... thats when Voodoo Witch Barista walked away from watching and listening (I'm guessing Voodoo Witch was expecting me to work it and try to pick up on her-do they still say pick up?)... I guest Voodoo Witch Barista thought we where going to throw down... the hot young babe gives me the look of 'how dare you' counter me... my comment was roses are flower arrangements... it's not what I
said but the way I said it... meaning... like what you never got real flowers before?, wow aren't you not so special hot young babe... amazing how quickly she caught on... hot young babe grabbed her drink and wiggled her way out... Voodoo Witch Barista though I would chase that... 'nope' I told her... I don't think she believe me that I wouldn't chase something that young... the question why, came up as I remember... I told those who were listening that I have a son who's 30... who would knee cap me for being so cliche of a man going through middle-age-crises... the other would be I bring a hot young babe home and she goes gaga for my son (so many wrongs there)... jump forward... I was telling a story of 'back in the day' which is old man lingo for I'm getting fucking old... of one of the Studios located in Hollywood that was in the heart of Tranyville... Tranys (she-males, guys with boobs & dicks or chicks with dick, guys that look like women, dress like women but surprise in every package) working the street... I mean these guys had great looking boobs (this is sowrong) and look really convincing... I mean women
could take notes on what and how to wear clothes, makeup and how to 'work it'.... I was doing my best to talk in code so as not to upset the other 'prim & proper' visitors... I said that these she-males where doing financial favors (i.e. meaning that you pay them, they favor you with she-male sex)... here is where things went off the rails-took a left turn from reason... Guy Pal to Girl Barista thought it meant, the she-males where doing your taxes? street walking she-male tax accounts doing your filing to the IRS or help with finance issues... that's all she-male wrote when Got a Light Barista, Voodoo Witch Barista and me bust out laughing... what made it more humorous was Guy Pal to Girls Barista was naive and didn't catch on at all... me and the others had to bring him up to speed... I got to say that sometime its good to laugh 'at' others... okay you got me its always fun to laugh 'at' others. 
