I do not regularly attend stripclubs, there is a fien line between tittilation and patheticness that roams in this pastime. Usually it is for bachelor parties. One memorable time was with my pal Rodg. Rodg is a pretty conservative Indian guy, so I was a little surprised he WANTED to go to a strip club. But after part one at a sports bar drinking and eating dinner off we went to Shotgun Willy’s. I garnished Rodg’s money and paid for his stripper funds. We camped out a randon table and figured to just watch the girls roll buy and dole out dollars as the titties demanded.
Rodg and I were both taken with a dancer at another table. He brought this to my attention so I rubber necked and looked that way.
“Wow she is h…..” I said my obvious statement being interrupted by the stripper right in front of me.
She sorta slapped across our heads akin to the three stooges.
Our attention was brought to the front and center.
“I like my men faithful.” Decried the stripper.
I laughed so hard I thought I was going to piss myself. She earned a tip on that one.
