So I had a most interesting conversation the other day.
I will elaborate on said conversation only to gain a perspective from you.
Dancers:
You know that customer that comes in, you know the one. Looks at you longingly from across the room from his one eye because the other one was blinded in a claw match with a beaver he snagged in a bear trap? Has the shirt that comes to just above the belly button showing a history of mankind's progression of almost 50 years in his naval cavity, when he laughs, the rip in the neck of his shirt exposes a little more hair from his chest as his toothless grin shows lack of regular oral visit since the early 90's? Wears a baseball cap that says "WHERE THA WIMMEN AT?" And DONT EVEN get me started on his Camo-sweats that are tucked into is 1988 military issue trench boots which crackle when he walks.
Non-Dancers:
See above.
Well, that guy is really a cop. And a crooked one. And he KNOWS you killed that guy/girl last summer that just wouldn't stop asking you to keep your voice down at the bar down the street where YOU go to relax. What an ass! He deserved to die! You think. You've been on the run for 2 years now and this guy KNOWS cause he stalks you too.
Ok, so here's the offer.
He promises <and we can trust his promise> that if you blow him, nothing will be said and this gives you a chance to fall off the map and get the hell out of dodge.
So...
Blow Job? or Life Imprissonment possibly death.
Person involved in the convo chose Blow Job.
And accused me of making the same decision. I mean look at the description. The guy is a CHARMER.
Oh and for you smooth talkers out there, 2 things not to do when a conversation turns to sex. 1: Talk about batman. 2: Talk about broadway musicals.



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