(I doâŚmost of the time. That is whatâs so annoying about it.)
I think itâs just another sign of just how unable I am to concentrate on anything nowadays and Iâm not sure how to actually fix that, if it can be fixed at all by this point, given how much of it is because of the very technology Iâm using to communicate with people.
Got a lap dance from the stripper that had a line from here to alaska.
Worth it for 20 bones. I spotted one of my friends for 20 and another for 10, along with my own 20 along with 6 drinks and water so I only spent about 70-80 when I went in with a 100 dollar budget .
Tried to get the strippers number for when she works but she wasnât that into to me to bend rules. Blek, Iâll chalk it up as an L.
You forget that the great srk thirst helped restore her stars. This enables her to regain her powers, which in turn allowed her to pass on her knowledge to me.
Oh well. More where she came from. But damn she was hot.
I went into the lap dance thinking I was gonna make her laugh, but then my dick took over and I just started enjoying the dance as words wouldnât come out. That and there was 4 other niggas getting lap dances too and I wasnât quite drunk enough to start blurring out hopefully funny tidbits. I aimed too high for my first strip club experience.
Next time though. Iâm a make one of them giggle damn it.
In any case, Iâm not about to go to a bar again when we go out if weâre about to hit a strip club that night. Ainât no way in hell am I paying for a shot of Jack and Coke and paying 6.50 when I can go to the strip club and get a black Russian for 3 gotdamn dollars.
Stop getting dances. Thatâs the key. I have clubs where girls fight over who gets to sit in my lap and I never get dances and I donât tip. I have absolutely zero âgame,â just stumbled upon something being drunk and broke in a club one night. I can count the number of dances Iâve actually paid for in the past 5 years on one hand.
And if that chick wasnât there I would have left without one (except for this one waitress, I would attempted to have get her number afterwards, because she was a gotdamn solid 8 but we left before closing time).
That and I think we might have offended a couple of strippers because we were laughing the whole time there. We werenât laughing at them. Some of them. Almost all of them.
I mean, one flopped around like a dead fish and another just walked around a pole contemplating her life decisions and shit, and another I swear the entire room could feel her thinking about getting breast implants.
We only gave money to 3 chicks there, like, 4 bucks max to the one I got a lap dance from, one to this insanley hot black chick (gave her 2 bucks), and another to this tatooed chick who knew what she was doing, as in she had actual moves and shit, so I gave her money because she was actually good at her gotdamn job, not that she did anything for me (gave her 3 bucks).
Hell, I only spent about 20 dollars there, excluding the 1 lap dance (10 from drinks and tips to the waitresses for the prompt and good service). I spent more making sure my buddies had a good time than anything else since we usually donât get a chance to hang out often because of school and work.