Some customers came today at the Western Bunker. The bunker of Drag Queen. She was at the Eastern bunker and came back after the customers left. Obviously, Drag Queen's plan is to starve the Ultra-Conservative Zionist from the Western Bunker.
I could hear them groaning for a crust of matzo cracker. Bending back and forth, spouting in their Middle Eastern spit-gibberish for manna. No manna came for them, the customers came for Ecstasy and to see the Dance of the Seven Butt Flossers. The customers have money and Ultra-Conservative Zionist have zip. A Koppel perhaps if they turned Moshe over and shook him until his shoes fell off.
No dance by Drag Queen. She came on the scene when a very thin lad in a skull-cap and a brown bag of goodies got in his car and left. Then Drag Queen sashayed back to Western Bunker. Her big ass hanging out a pair of skin-tight jeans and halter top. She knows trash and Drag Queen will not tolerate Ultra Zionist who won't even pay to squeeze a cyst. Fuckin-A.
Drag Queen will eat tonight in front of the Ultra Zionist. She will have the eunuch peel her grapes and when she hears the Ultra Zionist's cries, will toss them the cyst to eat. She is tired of the nasty thing and when the Ultra Zionists have tried every Yiddish curse known, they will turn on the cyst and devour it.
Stories from living in Los Angeles
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