OK... I was saving this for later. But, since y'all descended into the Land of Shit, here goes...
Remember our Tranny guide at the Musee D'Orsay, right?
She was telling us a story about a tour she did at the Louvre the day before.
It went something like this...
"So, I was doing one of these small tours yesterday at the Louvre. We were walking though the Italian paintings section, on our way to see the Mona Lisa. The room was very crowded."
"All of a sudden there was this HORRID smell. It smelled like..... like shit. But, no. That couldn't be. As we got closer to the Mona Lisa, it got worse and worse and worse."
"I thought for sure, one of the service dogs might have had an accident."
"When we got there, the security detail had a man in handcuffs, and were dragging him away." People were gagging and holding handkerchiefs over their face and mouth."
"It was truly a disgusting smell."
"Since I was a guide, and I knew the security and I asked one of them about what had just happened."
"Apparently, this man - the pig - took down his trousers and dropped a deuce. Right there, on the floor, in front of the Mona Lisa."
(while most of this was paraphrasing... the words in bold were her EXACT words.)
I'm fucking crying. My stomach hurts so badly. The other couple on our tour were laughing there asses off, too.
Then, another visiter must have overheard the Tranny telling us the story, and she pipes in...
"I was there, too. Right there. The guy did it right behind us. There was a scurry, and the next thing we knew, we turned around and he was squatting on the floor, doing his business."
You cannot make this shit (no pun) up!!!
Fucking Paris, eh?