So I was riding my bike to the bank. To, you know, do banky things and I pass a group of kids getting out of school or whatever, walking home.
"HEY, THERE GOES THAT MANLY WOMAN. HA, YOU'RE A DYKE!"Not that I'm bothered by the remark or anything, hell if the baggy pants and the zipped up XL jacket doesn't look me look more like a boy I don't know
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