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March 19, 2006
Strip Clubs, et al...
Lansing: I told a Mormon way too much about my life. Why am I naturally suspicious of the religious? And why do I play it off as if I'm not leary of them? Mormon dude tells me his bro is a heroin addict; I tell him about Gabriel? And I know those reading FC (meaning my brother) may have a countering opinion, but I don't think heroin made G-boy a bad person. His inability to let go of the past did. Not like the Mormon would understand such things.
So we tell the Mormon were going to a strip club. Natch, he did not follow us. (the mormon has a crush on me. Fuck! Just me luck.) Now, if you're a hetero chick, naked women are interesting for about five minutes. Well, the first three or so strippers didn't do much with the pole. The next two had skills, dude. They did major acrobatics with their shaven who-ha hanging out in the air.
Still, you can't help but feel sympathy for them. Some of the dudes at the club were cute, but many were bald, fat, Karl Rove-esque creatures who stuck their face between their legs and between their tittties and drooled all over their bikini wax. I hope they make a lot of money. Besides, they looked bored.
Back in college, I went to a strip club in Yonkers. Not as flashy as this joint. Women were definetely bored. We tipped them a lot, just for their trouble. I wanted to tip some these chicks, but there was no g-string. Alas, I sipped water instead.
Posted by emily at March 19, 2006 2:38 AM