I ran into my strip club going buddy today. We where planning ournext outting,and laughing about a dude we saw at the club. We sit at the pole,this guy is at the end of the stage. Everytime a lady would dance for him he would fumble around in his pockets for a buck. Well he must have had like twenty pockets and only one bill in each pocket,and the dancer would have to wait and wait on him. They would come back by us and roll their eyes. Remember time is money.
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