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Per Ardua Ad Astra
Those of you who knew Singapore in the 1960's would know Bugis Street which was (in)famous as a drinking hole and where ladies of the night (and men dressed as ladies) plied their trade.
A DRUNK young serviceman was bartering with a man dressed as a woman for a good time. The serviceman thought he/she/it was female.
I shouted across, “OY MATE THATS A FELLA!” He looked at me with one glazzed eye, the other firmly shut, slurred “Rubbish, I know a man from a woman.” I shrugged and said, “Then go for it.”
Off they staggered with the shemale propping up the young fella when there was one hell of a commotion, shouting and hollering, he had found out that she/he/it was indeed male.
He staggered back and sat at my table, looked at me and asked, “How the hell can you tell the women from the men??”
“Easy” I said, “The ugly ones are the women.”
A DRUNK young serviceman was bartering with a man dressed as a woman for a good time. The serviceman thought he/she/it was female.
I shouted across, “OY MATE THATS A FELLA!” He looked at me with one glazzed eye, the other firmly shut, slurred “Rubbish, I know a man from a woman.” I shrugged and said, “Then go for it.”
Off they staggered with the shemale propping up the young fella when there was one hell of a commotion, shouting and hollering, he had found out that she/he/it was indeed male.
He staggered back and sat at my table, looked at me and asked, “How the hell can you tell the women from the men??”
“Easy” I said, “The ugly ones are the women.”
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