when was the last time you fell in love with a stripper?

"when was the last time..." like we fall in love or go to strip bars so often and sh*t...

three fridays ago

 

Pictures Pictures people!!!!

 

Timing is everything...She was there to take all of your money and all you got was a lousy t-shirt...

Nothing wrong with a hot young girl taking you for everything, and you'll be back there again this weekend...It's addicting..

 

My first marriage.....

15 years ago

 

How much did you spend on her?? Oh and pics definately.

 

Which club was it, SWT?

 

If you consider "knocking one up" as "in love", then 8 years ago.

Bad idea.

 

We don't love them hoes.

 

No Doubt

Rocket River

 

It was the guy on the right:

 

Strippers are the absolute worst type of people. Why pay money for visuals only? Absolute waste of time and expense.
UNLESS you happened to. ....and it went towards....

 

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Because it is much cheaper just to look ? Duh!

 

"Bros before hoes! Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They have got your back after your hoe rips your heart out... for no good reason. And you were nothing but great to your hoe, and you told her that she was the only hoe for you, and that she was better than all the other hoes in the world, and then, then suddenly she's not your hoe no mo'!"

 

I fell in love with this Indian stripper at Club Exotica by the South beltway.
I don't think she fell in love with me though...

 

Man, I have a good friend that used to be a regular at a couple of clubs in Austin. So regular, that he got to know most of the girls and the managers rather well. And so generous that he came to know several of the girls outside of the clubs, taking them home to his groovy pad in Tarrytown. (for those who are from Houston, like both of us were, originally, born and raised, but don't know Austin, think West University, but a couple of blocks from Lake Austin) He thought he fell in love with 3 or 4 of them over the course of 5, 6, or 7 years. Can't remember, exactly. Spent a bloody fortune on lap dances and single malt scotch, I can tell you. Took me with him several times, always on his dime, because I truly didn't want to go, which he knew for a fact, the smoke from the cigs and cigars driving me nuts, unless I had a lot to drink, which wasn't good for me, for medical reasons. He would have to use his powers of persuasion, one of his skills that allow him to have a high 6 figure income, and most of the time, I still said no.

They used to come over to his place when they weren't working. He wouldn't tell me, and I would have come over on a weeknight, on an evening when I didn't have to get up early, but my sweetie did, to watch a flick on his 60" display, and a have few whatever's (whatever's covering what I did when I didn't drink much, which is almost all the time these days, my body not liking the alcohol I truly enjoy on occasion) and my buddy being an old friend of my wife's, as well, she didn't mind in the least, as long as I didn't drive home drunk. As a matter of fact, she preferred I spent the night, rather than drive home impaired. Didn't give me the "take a taxi, you chump!" line, even though I could afford to get one. (does that better explain my goofy post in the female body parts thread? My old lady is cool, dudes and dudettes)

So there I am, chillin' and gettin' loaded, looking forward to a long evening of classic flicks, talking about our shared interests, which covers almost anything, grilling some steaks on his Jenn-Air, relaxing, sans kiddos. You know... two old friends of decades standing, being able to say whatever we want without having to worry about the sensibilities of our wives (the ex-wife, in his case), when there's a knock on the door. "Go get it, will ya, Deck?" I saunter over to the door, open it, and there stands a 20-something, absolutely beautiful chick, who I immediately snap is one of his pals from one of the clubs. Come to party with my buddy. And often there were 2 of them, both drop-dead gorgeous. (he likes them in pairs... even if he's "in love" with one of them) Wanting to have FUN. Wanting to drink his single malt, watch the 60", chill, and do whatever the evening led to.

I usually made an excuse to leave after an hour or so. Not always, but almost. Ribbing him about not telling me she, or they, were coming over. He never told me, because I'd stay home if he did. That's how I came to know that the stories he told me about dating these babes, 20+ years younger than he was, were on the level. Some of them were really intelligent. Genuine UT students trying to put themselves through school that liked this crazy b*stard, my buddy. Some of them were not students, of course, but he liked the intelligent ones, who tended to be students doing the dancing gig to put themselves through UT, more common than some would think, seeing as how they could work 3 nights a week, and make a heck of a lot of change. Fun people to hang to with, once you get to know them and move past the fact that they are beautiful and exude sexuality without conscious effort.

Pheromones exist and exert their pull, I can tell you. I can see how you could think you've fallen in love with a girl at a men's club, SWT. Just keep an eye on your wallet. If I had the bread my friend spent in his pursuit of pleasure during that period, much less on the ones he thought he was "in love" with, I could easily buy that Lexus sedan I have my eye on. And I'm not kidding.

 

nice, swoly

 

I met a chick at a strip club. She was a short lil 'Blasian' girl. I wouldn't say love, it was more of I liked hanging out with her and having sex. Little did I know that she was living with a guy already and started having the notion of moving in with me. Well, one night the club got raided, she had a warrant snd ended up going to jail. She freaking calls ME to get her out. I tell her she needs to call her man, not me. That was the end of that. Atleast I still have a couple of pictures of her.

 

i would love to hear Will Ferrell recite this in character.