Happend in my club last night before my shift. Girl takes man back for lapdance, get half-way through the song when he passes out and slumps over. She calls for help, and my manager, who just learned CPR, checks vitals and begins chest compressions. The bartender calls 911, but he bit the dust anyway. Apparently his wife is out of town for the weekend so he thought to come in for some fun....guess he got more than he bargined for. I say he died the way most men would want to go, a beautiful girl on your lap, a smile and a hard-on.
And as twistedly dark humoured I am, everyone is walking around somber and feeling bad, I'm cracking jokes and bummed I missed all the action.



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