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His face had that grin which made him look like Odie on weed. She looks like Jasmine Bleeth on a hot Babe Watch episode." "You're nuts.
The lady doesn't know what a bra is." "She probably should." Jim lifted his hands to heaven, though I sure hope god wasn't listening.
She, like, stood behind me and she bent each time to take a peek at the screen. "She's more woman than any woman I ever saw." I picked up the phone, hoping Jim would get the message that some people actually work in here. "You know when they laid off Old Chin and said a woman is coming in his stead. I mean, a group manager and a woman, she must be some tough bitch.
Yesterday I showed her the version-control database. That woman's a wet dream come true." "She's not a woman." I said.
However, one particular point needs to be made, and made quite vehemently: The existence of such medical conditions is not reason in itself to suppose that Jamie Lee Curtis has any of them.
Using the one to bolster belief in the second is akin to claiming the existence of the Atlantic Ocean somehow proves a particular ship sank in it.
And still she could see it peeping from between her legs.
She had her back turned, taking a leak like a man does.
(Jamie Lee Curtis was born long before the development of medical technology that could identify dual-gendered fetuses.) The second fact that supports the rumor is own children: They’re adopted.What if this gal has a boyish-sounding name and adopts children rather than bears her own? And one she would rather not discuss at all: One story that keeps on circulating around Hollywood is that Jamie Lee Curtis was born an hermaphrodite and had to undergo surgery after birth in order to become legally female!This has been told to me by people who have worked on films with Jamie and by one physician who claims to have seen the records at Cedars Sinai. No one but bound by laws regarding doctor-patient confidentiality. "Don't tell me it doesn't bother you." Jim waved his hand in dismissal. "Diana saw her yesterday by mistake, in the ladies room. She's a hermaphrodite." "You're a fucking racist." Jim said. She got all the right stuff, super size at no extra charge." "You're a perv." I said. Remembering Diana's warning about the new boss' meticulous nature I hesitated before answering.
Yet when the question of sexuality is raised, it’s all whispers behind hands and meaningful looks.