Party On!

Trans and Drag Queen are hard at work with their New Year's extravaganza. Eunuch is stressed, it will have to play several instruments, handle stage lighting and sets. The eunuch is use to sitting on its fat ass to play its flute. But Trans will have none of that, she has instructed Drag Queen to smack the eunuch when its lazy ass falls behind the fast pace schedule that Trans has in store.

Jihad Party Boys love the beat of disco. Jew tunes for their dancing feet. They will have nothing else for the New Year's celebration. They are fat with egg yolk, their beards sticky and they want to dance. They want to wiggle and shake booty. And these fat Party Boys have lots of junk-in-the-trunk to shake.

Trans has booty too but she also has tits. The miracle of modern surgery has given Trans the biggest tits in the hood and in order for her to balance those boobies she needed ass cheek implants. The bitch is one big transplant implant. She is gonna shake that thing. In fact, she is gonna shake a whole lotta things. Drag Queen is desperate. No tits and one big ass but she has a plan. She's going to make that prodigious butt boogie. Boogie on Drag Queen. Drag knows how to stick that ass of hers right into the face of the Jihad Party Boys. She knows what they want, a quivering crack doing the boogie. Boogie on Drag Queen. shake that booty Trans.

Oh yeah, shake. Shake that thing. Huh huh. Shake it girl. Yeah that's right, huh-huh-yes-yes, shake it.

Eunuch's fatty teats are in an uproar, it has a banjo and tambourine. it has bells and whistles. Its pudgy fingers are stringing disco lights and mirror balls. Yeah. That's right you lazy-ass eunuch, party. Party on.
The patio is sleek, the wine is sweet and Jihad Party Boys feet want to dance.

Party on Jihads. Party on Trans. Party on Drag Queen. Party Eunuch. Party on.