I went to the strippers again last night. That made for 2 nights in a row at the same bar. I saw a few of the same strippers including the bitch I called table scarps on Thursday. I found out her name is destiny, and I love the fact that she rocks a Roxy Bikini and not a trashy stripper outfit, but I don’t like the fact that she cant’s dance and has a dumpy ass. I also saw Drea the stripper who fucked me over in a lap dance by telling me that we’d make out in the booth 3 weeks ago and ended up trying to charge me for 4 songs that she used to talk about her life, her dad and her mother’s cancer, all while wearing clothes. I know cancer is fuckin’ sexy, but only while I have a set of tits in my hand. We were seated far back in the club and all the bitches looked hot from where we were….all you see is nakedness and seemingly nice ass. At the end of the night we hit up Pervert’s Row, and realized all the bitches we thought were hot, were the busted up old cars we knew they would turn out to be. Point of the story is the lookin at someone from far is always good, because you don’t dwell on their imperfections, cuz we’ve all got them, just look at Alyssa Milano’s arms…..they are fuckin’ hairy and as much as I love bush and imperfections, I know that someone on TV shouldn’t have any. Sort that shit out bitch.

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