Okay, here’s the deal. You got some serious time to yourself; the wife’s off on a business trip, or your girlfriend’s ‘finding herself’ at a yoga retreat, or your parents are on the road with ‘the Donald’ working to make the world a better place for rich, self-involved narcissistic blowhards. Whatever floats your boat. You got the wig, the makeup, the clothes… and you dress up. You know what I mean: you cross-dress up, like your life depends on making yourself look as gorgeous as possible. Heck, maybe it does; what do I know? So there you are: all dressed up and ready to promenade straight out the front door—and then it opens. In walks your wife, let’s say. Whaddya do? You—lie—through—your—teeth. Here’s how that conversation might go. Enjoy!
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