“Hello Mr. Grant. My name is Mary Richards and I am
applying for a position here at WJM.”
“Sorry sweetheart but we don’t need any more secretaries.”
“My goodness that is very sexist. I want to be a producer
not a secretary. I wonder if Human Resources is aware of your attitude.”
“My attitude? You don’t know the first thing about my
attitude. Why should I hire your anyway? What qualifications do you have?”
“Well I have a degree in journalism and several years’
experience at a small newspaper. Plus I have a little extra.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“A penis. I am a girl with a little something extra. Don’t
let my tasty jugs fool you. I tuck when I wear those tight capri pants. It made
my ex-husband fall over the Ottoman all the time.”
“WAIT! WHAT? YOUR’E A TRANNY?”
“A transsexual not a transvestite. Don’t get all hetero
normative Mr. Grant. I thought you were a liberal?”
“You know what. You’ve got spunk.”
“I know…you hate spunk.”
“No you got spunk leaking out of your crotch.”
“So am I hired?”
“Sure why not. I am just going to drink my life away so
who cares?”
2 comments:
You could have waited until they got her in the ground, Trooper.
Nah.
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