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"Who wants to see my penis?" cried Transgender Johnson.
For a moment those sitting in line at the Department of Self Worth turned their heads and then, when they heard the buzz from the number counter, turned back to the electronic display. There was the curdled stench of bureaucracy in the air.
"Mommy, Mommy, can I? Please Mommy?" I begged. Mommy sighed. They weren't going to call our number for a few hours and she knew I was going to start acting up soon.
"Oh, ok. Don't be too long though." She tousled my hair affectionately as I leapt from my seat.
Date Written: January 10, 2004Comments:
Author: Dylan Danko
Average Vote: 4.25
01/15/2004 Will Disney: Now, wait, wait. Is the narrator here a boy or a girl?
01/15/2004 Texxx: This makes me want to snivel, not suck.
01/15/2004 Mr. Pony (4): I betcha the curdled stench of bureaucracy smells like really old burnt peas.
01/16/2004 Jon Matza (5): I like "Mommy sighed."
01/16/2004 Jimson S. Sorghum: Disney, I think the beauty is that we don't know what his/her gender is. Isn't that the beauty? Guys?
01/16/2004 Jimson S. Sorghum: But then maybe that was the beauty of your question.
01/16/2004 Dylan Danko: That was the intent, Jimson. Thanks for calling it beautiful.
01/16/2004 anonymous: So are you huys in TS stuff too? Kewl...
01/18/2004 Joseph Keith (4): 'stench of bureaucracy' ....niiiiice
11/8/2004 TheBuyer (4): nice author pick, DD