What the hell is going on?
PTN groped a (in my best Buffalo Bill voice) a big fat woman.
... and he wanted everyone to know.
What the hell is going on?
I'm just going to assume the worst at this point, namely, that you convinced yourself sticking your dick in a stripper was somehow a good idea.
One interesting thing that I learned about the profession, that doesn't have to do with personal matters, is that this girl worked at most two nights per week, and spent the rest of her time doing whatever the hell she felt like.
Also, SWMBO =/= stripper
I'm still confused...is that...Sinbad???
"If it weren't for my [horse], I [wouldn't have spent that year in] college" -Lewis Black
a woman of 25 uttered the dumbest thing I'd ever heard in my life. She said, 'If it werent for my horse, I wouldnt have spent that year in college.' I'll repeat that. I'll repeat that because that's the kind of sentence that when you hear it, your brain comes to a screeching halt. And the left hand side of the brain looks at the right hand side and goes, 'It's dark in here, and we may die.'
She said, 'If it weren't for my horse...' as in, giddy up, giddy up, let's go - 'I wouldn't have spent that year in college,' a degree-granting institution.
Don't! Don't think about that sentence for more than three minutes, or blood'll shoot out your nose.
The American medical profession doesn't know why we get an aneurysm. It's when a blood vessel bursts in our head for no apparent reason. There's a reason. You're at the mall one day, and somebody over there says the dumbest thing you've ever heard and it goes in your ear. So you turn around to see if your friends heard it, cause if your friends heard it, and you can talk about what the jackass said, then it'll be gone. But your friends are over here, pretending they're gonna buy a cellular phone, and they're not gonna buy a cellular phone, because they don't even understand how the rate structure works. So you turn back, to find the person who said it, because if you can ask 'em a question like, 'WHAT THE **** ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT?!' then it'll go away. But they're gone. And now those words are in your head. And those words don't go away. Cause the way I see it, 7% of our brains functions all the time, because 99% of everything that happens is the same old stuff. We get it. All right. Move on. Get it. Right. But every so often, somethin' like that happens: 'If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college.' So your brain goes, 'LET'S FIGURE IT OUT! Son of a *****! I wonder what that's about!' I wonder, was she riding the horse to school? No, she wouldn't be riding the horse to school. Maybe it was a polo pony; she had a polo pony scholarship. Maybe she sold the horse and that's how she - she was betting on the horse! WHAT THE ****?!! And then you realize that anybody who went to college would never say anything that stupid in public. And as soon as you have that thought, your eyes close and the next morning they find you dead in your bathroom.
on my avatar? DUDE!!! It's Roger. He has many facets. Effin Sinbad!?!? Roger will take you out wit talk like dat.
(google: "many facets of Roger")
Good strippers can earn a fine income.
Let's get back to talkin 'bout strippers...
They are people too!
Or is this the wrong thread?
That's where the fat assed non strippers hang out in Braintree Mass.
PTN
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