Back from the hunt of Mean Queen's eggs, I saw in the alley a parade of the most fat Jihad Party Boys yet to be seen. So fat that three of them astride blocked all access to pass in the alley. They found the coveted eggs of Mean Queen and fed throughout the storm, and since the storm lasted days this year, they came back filled with fatty egg yolk.
They had smiles as they waddled to the East Bunker, these fattest of all Jahads. Their beards glistened and bellies,covered by cheap white shirts, burst at each button. So fat and round, they will last two winters at least from this latest frenzied feeding.
And it was astounding, a woman was with them, not Drag Queen but probably a Trans that they were escorting to the East Bunker. With their larders full, their bellies brimming with yolk, they are content. They must have found a Trans to entertain the Jihad Party Boys in the Eastern section. Now they too, can delight in swiveling, gyrating hips of Trans, the ultimate woman.
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