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Use to get to try out the new girls when they were hired.

I can't help but look at them and think, who was it?
Dad, neighbor, uncle, boy friend, teacher? Which one f#cked you up?

Or perhaps their mother.

Went to one outside St. Cloud, Mn once, for the heck of it. Wives too.

The dancers were pretty high quality but there was this one that captivated the entire room when she walked out. To this day she's up there as one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Even the wives commented that she could be doing anything she wanted in life with looks like that.

It made me wonder the same thing. "Who f#cked you up?"

Kissing a stripper/hooker would be corksucking by proxy.


mike r

Same can be said for about any woman alive. Profession not important.

Lol Hope your wife wasn't in a sorority.

Was that like a test?

If they could be with you they would pretty much do anything?

I feel like I might have a warrant for my arrest just listening to that song.. LMAO

lmao, hell maybe.

I am not a strip club kind of guy, but I am sitting in Twin Peaks right now on lingerie Friday. Some nice sights!

Nope. I've known two ex-strippers pretty well at different times in life. They were both a bit .. bipolar? .. in that they were the nicest, kindest gals I ever met when things were going ok but if something was off, it was like flipping a light switch and they went bat chit crazy instantly. One of them, by the time I met her, had caught something that antibiotics won't fix. That was after her stripping years though, it was from a guy who said he was divorced, but instead was not only still married, but was cheating on his wife and on my bud with a third gal. Now everyone shares a rash. Joy, huh? IMHO it worked out right for me. I got to go to the lecture and read the text but didn't suffer the consequences of attending the lab.

They’re all the same; they just look different.

Pics would be nice Paul!

Come on man, you have seen me before.

A couple of my closest highschool buddies moved to Alaska back in the mid 90's's.
One was extremely successful in business, the other a fishing guide and Jack of all trades.
I went up there a bunch during those years.

The Business buddy would always treat me to everything when I was up there before we flew ot on hunting or fishing trips including the Great Alaskan Bush Company, the best strip club in Alaska.
One of the hard bodied fake tittied beauties he sent me for personal dances was a complete psycho.

Had some seriously drunken fun there .

Years ago I watched a midget motorboat a strippers azz at a club in Atlanta.

Funniest thing you ever saw. The girl wasn’t even mad. She turned around ready to knock the schit out of some dude and here was this little hammered dwarf laughing his azz off. She started cracking up.

Only when I’m desperate and lonely.

I think hanging out at strip clubs is part of growing up! What is a young man supposed to do in his "informative" years?

Not a strip club but a dive bar called Little Mickys in Dayton OH. It was owned and totally staffed by midgets. When a huge fight broke out, I discovered how ineffective midget bouncers are. The normal sized combatants literally picked them up and threw them around. The guy I was with was 6’6” and about 275 pounds but when bottles started being thrown we both crawled out the back door on hands and knees.