When first moved to Mobile, on one of my first night's going out, my boys and I got hammered on some moonshine and went out to a strip club. I met this girl there and we talked for just a hot second. Her friends were leaving so we exchanged numbers. My friends never saw her, but I bragged to them about meeting a hot chick, blah, blah, blah.
A week or so later she calls me up and invites me to a Mardi Gras Ball. Of course, I accept. She tells me that her friends have a hotel and I could meet them before the ball and we could all go together. So I rent a tux, take off of work early, the whole nine yards and show up at their room stone cold sober.
When I she get there I take a look at this broad and she isn't really looking good like she did on the first night when I was obliterated. Something just seemed off. The more and more I look at her the more off she looks, then it hits me. This lady ain't no lady at all. This lady is a dude!


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