After a good day of fighting yuppie douchebags at Runyon, I stopped into a Starbucks for an iced coffee (it was a really hot day). Or at least, I intended to, but parked much further away from the Starbucks than planned, and had to double back on foot.
On the way there, I happened upon a large black man standing next to a small woman. A very small woman. She was a midget, with black hair. She was wearing a lacy black bra and belly shirt--which barely covered her little midget breasts--and her tummy ran in muscular bumps to the crotch of her jeans. Under her jeans were rainbow leg warmers. She was smoking a cigarette. Her lashes were the longest I've ever seen. I had never before been attracted to a midget, but now found myself in just such a sitch.
She looked vaguely familiar. That always happens in Hollywood. People look familiar, and then, when their filed-away facial features meet a match in your brain, you go "Oh, that's so and so, from such and such television show." But it was more than her facial features that matched up. It was her whole body, as I had previously seen her fuck a fat man and his thick, black girlfriend at the Bunny Ranch on Cathouse: The Series.
I must say, Bridget the Midget is smoking hot, and not because she smokes.
That's all I have to say today. I just thought you might enjoy that sighting.
Posted by The Bunny at 12:30 AM