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My hair and clothes smell like an ashtray and my eyes are burning, but I saw The Human Vibrator (not VIBrator, mind you, but viBRAtor) during my first-ever strip club experience. We started out at a restaurant, where we drank, ate and presented the bachelorette with naughty gifts, raising the importants questions: 1) the edible condoms' packaging claims they have no nutritional value, but do they have sugar? or CARBS?! and 2) how do you know cherry is your favourite type of edible underwear? When we decided to head over to Hotshots afterwards, several girls begged off, one of them claiming that the idea of penises flying free didn't really appeal to her. Which produced mental images of little winged penises fluttering around.
There were indeed penises flying free but the cheesy set-up was pretty hilarious and provided an interesting people-watching venue. There were mostly younger women there, save for a table of older ladies, and we had fun seeing who went up on stage the most often. I think that round girl in the skirt and blue top won.
On the way home, all by myself in a taxi like a big girl, I thought of plenty of clever things to write, but I'm too bloody tired. And I'm not even drunk! Those mega-sized drinks I had with supper wore off a while ago.
There were indeed penises flying free but the cheesy set-up was pretty hilarious and provided an interesting people-watching venue. There were mostly younger women there, save for a table of older ladies, and we had fun seeing who went up on stage the most often. I think that round girl in the skirt and blue top won.
On the way home, all by myself in a taxi like a big girl, I thought of plenty of clever things to write, but I'm too bloody tired. And I'm not even drunk! Those mega-sized drinks I had with supper wore off a while ago.
