Everyone has a sob story. I'm not looking for sympathy, and I don't need anyone to dry my tears. I just need to type it out and get it off of my chest. I know that others have it far worse, and I don't want to discredit their trials and tribulations.
It's one thing to have your car broken into, and another thing to have your car stolen. To have your house broken into though, something completely different...
Damn the memories. There was this mom and pop club when i was out on the east coast, bring yo own liquor type of place, main stage 4 small stages....That place always kept a plethora of beauty, I was saddened when it got shut down...
went out with a bunch of old co-workers to this one club. one of whom was a real live "40 yr old virgin" so I say to him, Pick a girl, I will pay for you a lap dance..imagine beavis and butthead getting a lap dance.....funniest table dance I have ever watched.
Took my friend out for her birthday, she happens to be heavily into women. on the way into the club she says, "Hell, we all are going to leave out of here with a girl tonight" lol
oh and then there was this time in Denver, me and this chic went out, during dinner she said she wanted to go to the strip club, i got more turned on watching her get a lap dance than I did watching any of the dancers stage performance.....
The evening was filled with good vibes, douche bags, beer, competing friends and heading to bed with wishes of the following day going by quickly so that tomorrow eve can be enjoyed.