Here's one of mine...
I had not been out on a Saturday night for over 6 months, Martin the gay lad at work invited me out to a "Vicar n' Tarts" party, he had convinced me to drag up as a tart. He'd done this before as he'd told stories of his exploits dragged up in a dress and blond wig. So...
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