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2010-06-27 08:27:11 ET So Brandon (my BBT=Blackberry Twin) got a new job and got paid his first check and he calls me and tells me we're going out. I ask where. He wants to go to the strip club. So he promised to buy me drinks so I went. Hilarity ensued. First of all, the last strip club I went to was topless only. This one was not. So I walk in and there's some girls bidness in my face. She was nice about it though. lol Then some drunk redneck gives Brandon dollars to give to the stripper so she'll do "cool stuff" and offered to buy me drinks. So Brandon decides he's in love with this stripper who has...everything...pierced....and goes to have a private dance with her. This is when I was subject to all the drunk frat boys at this place and I just stayed in the corner texting people. So Brandon gets another dance and this guy starts hitting on me and telling me how to bring a stripper home. Yeah, cause this is useful info to me. lol. We leave after this and I drive home. I get a text an hour later from Brandon telling me "Star isn't just a stripper...she's in college". Apparently he went back to the club to talk to the girl he got a lap dance from and have a "decent conversation" with her. lol. That was my saturday SK....truly and adventure....ANGEL! You should have been there....I could have used female support. Oh also, learned some interesting things about an ex from a guy we both knew who worked there. I've never liked this guy but for the first time since I've known him I actually talked to him instead of hearing stuff second hand. And it's funny how all the stories my ex told suddenly don't mesh up when I talk to all of his friends..hmmm |
