John Galliano is the hotness

One of my friends is an artist from Serbia (I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek if you can point that on the map) and yes, he’s a chubby heterosxual. I’ve been brainwashing him over the past few weeks, giving him a crash course on everything he needs to know about fashion because we’re kinda working on a secret project. He loves Etro and I even made him watch the Versace show where he was all like "OMG that’s Vlada!". The only thing I don’t like about him is the fact that he would make these silly little comments like "look at those tits. what’s her name?". Sooo annoying. Anyway, today’s lesson is about the wonderful world of John Galliano and Christian Dior. I’m sure you all know I love big papa John. There is really no one like him.

Me: What do you think of this guy?

John Galliano
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Branko: Ugh.
Branko: stop that.
Branko: he looks like a tranny!

John Galliano
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Me: OH MY GOD YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT ABOUT BIG PAPA JOHN GALLIANO. HE’S NOT EVEN HUMAN, HE’S IMMORTAL! HE’S THE QUEEN OF THEM ALL.

Branko: he still looks like a tranny.

I died. Some people simply have no respect whatsoever. But then again, tranny ain’t a bad thing. Give me a tranny any day over a cradle-snatching crystal meth-smoking gym freak Chelsea queen. Aye?

Oh well.

**Update – 2:05AM**

Branko: holy shit you were right!
Me: what now?
Branko: mcqueen is so avant garde
Branko: wow