IT was a dank dark summer night. He was out with 2 of his welder buddies. It was late and they were drunk walking in a strange part of New Orleans. One welder fell over drunk and the other stopped to laugh and vomit. Ozzy never cared for either of them all that much. Their work looked lick Bird Poop. He kept walking and then stumbled into what he thought was a stripper bar called The Dirty Slipper. The dancers weren't ugly yet somehow off but sort of more of a turn on than most he'd seen. He paid a 20 for a lap dance and the stripper scooped him up an carried him into the back room. The stripper was shaking her but in his face and boy did she have a big cameltoe. Spin forward 5 hours and Ozzy woke up in his hotel room wearing a blond wig and a tranny washing his dick in the bathroom. Ozzy's never been the same. That's the story I heard from a guy named Player. Not sure if it's true but sounds about right.
