As pizza delivery guy, you encounter some

As pizza delivery guy, you encounter some pretty unusual situations - the role-playing party with transvestite witches who complain their pizza isn't vegan

was my latest conflict. The transvestite witches swore they ordered the vegan thincrust, so when I showed up to deliver 4 extra-large meatlovers pan pizzas & demanded payment, they

saw the error of their ways and scarfed down the meaty pan pizza delights. Tranny witch 4 turned her gaze to me. "I need me a deep dish o' you." Eyes twinkling with meat lust,

Tranny Witch 4 reminded me of Santa Claus. His eyes twinkled too. "Is your father's name Chris Kringle?" I asked. The Tranny Witch 4 put down her enchanted pizza slice and

asked if I'd like to pretend she was Ms. Klaus. "Have you been naughty or nice?" asked Tranny Witch #4 with a knowing smile. "You can sit on my lap if it suits you."

An erection suspiciously pushed up feom under her skirt. When she next spoke, her voice was gravelly and deep. "Go on," she said and widened her smile. I began to cry but

managed to say, through clenched teeth, that if she was planning on having erections, then petticoats or stout undergarments might be in order. I blew my nose copiously on her scar

red right arm, and immediately apologised. It was most ungentlemanly of me. However she took it in good spirits, and took me immediately to the bar for a round of creme de menthe.

I grimaced appreciatively as I downed the jigger of creme de menthe. Apparently this was either a peace offering on her part or maybe even a "courtship accepted". But when the bar

joined in a chorus of "Thar she blows!" I felt woozy. My head spun as I tried to get to the door. When I came to I was on a three-masted vessel to Shanghai.