Is that really a beautiful sawdust-covered ginge rainbow I see before me? While trolling the ho stroll last night, I wondered why the homeless people looked shiny and why the mangy pigeons picking at dirty maxi-pads looked so glimmery. Now I know why! That’s because the goddess of gayelle ginges, Rojo Caliente, spread her beauty all over the streets of NYC yesterday! When Rojo smiles, a gayelle gets approved for a Home Depot Rewards Mastercard.
You know, I’ve lived in NYC for eleventy million years and I have never come face to face with the ginge rainbow! Not even close. Whenever I smell the exotic scent of power tool oil, I run towards it hoping to find Rojo….but nothing. I’ve heard stories upon stories from hos who have been in the company of Rojo! The gods must be keeping us apart, because they know that when we meet, planets will explode, Home Depots will crumble, lezzies will collide and ginge mops everywhere will turn white. Or maybe it’s because they know I’ll go into a seizure while dry humping her hip and men in white jackets would have to taser me off. Naw, that’s not it. It must be the whole “earth imploding” thing.