Trannyopoly!
Playing Monopoly in my house is a torture reserved for Christmas family gatherings when there's nothing good on the telly (i.e. most Christmasses these days). We normally play it for about an hour until everyone remembers how much of a shit game it is and give up. Monopoly was invented as a tool to teach the evils of the capalist system, i.e. those that have get more, and those that don't have don't get. In other words it's a game designed to be depressing. Whoopee.
It's bad enough knowing you're going to lose because your Dad's got all the utilities and 10 hotels, but at least that's tangible. Knowing you're going to lose because your Nan's got 3 webs on Doctor Octopus, that's abstract AND depressing.
Anyway, I decided to jump on the themed Monopoly bandwagon and do a Tranny Monopoly. It would allow mums, dads, grandparents and kids to experience the cut-and-thrust life of a transvestite.
I got as far as doing this...

... and then ran out of ideas. 'Nuff said.




Go to the shops,
Go directly to the shops,
Do not pass go,
Spend at least 200 pounds.
The tokens would be an elastic-waist skirt, supermarket lipstick, nail varnished foot in a sock and a pair of eyebrow tweezers.
Every time you passed go you'd get a pack of opaque holdups which you'd have to stuff in the back of a drawer.
Etc, etc
Susan 2
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