I'm starting to feel left out. I have never been caught with a transgender prostitute. A transgender, by the way, describes somebody who is in the process or has completed the process of converting from a male to a female...or vice versa. Gross, you say? Well, we are not playing judge right now. A Detroit cop was just caught with his you-know-what in the transgender jar. You doubt me? Click here. Apology accepted.
Do you know which furniture chain kingpin got caught on 8 Mile many years ago with a transgendered prostitute? In his defense, it was during his heavy drinking days, and his vision might have been a little blurry. When the cops stopped him in the act, he faked a heart attack so that they would take him to the hospital instead of jail! That gave his lawyer time to get him out of it. I know...eeewww! Again with the doubts? I'm looking at the old police report right now! Did you know that his real first name is Archie, not Art? Now who sent me this, anyway? You forgot to leave a return address on the envelope.
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