Morris Trannies!
In the City!
All pantomimic dames, dancing about, bound together with bras.
Morris Folks should be white shirt, white breeches, white tights, black shoes, braces & black hat bedecked with orange flowers, and a campanologists wet dream of tinkly bells, with a plethora of stout sticks for the clobbering about with.
Not tarted up as unconvincing womens in bulky dresses, and engaging in bap-hangar based BDSM in a City Centre!
I'm all for this GBLT1, but honestly.
Morris Trannies indeed!
1 GAY BACON, LETTUCE AND TOMATO. WHAT'S THE WORLD COMING TO WHEN IT'S ILLEGAL FOR SANDWICHES TO GET WED IN THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND. NOT LIKE THE CHURCH OF THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER, WHERE PASTAFARIANS REGARD ALL ITALIAN CUISINE EQUAL, AND CAN MARRY WHO THEY WISH. EVEN HUMANS. I'M THINKING OF GETTING ENGAGED TO A LASAGNE, AND YOU CAN'T PERSECUTE ME FOR THAT, COZ THAT'S RACIST. PROBABLY.
