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Yes, I have.  

And like I said, they all bore the hell out of me. 

There was a time when myself and some of the guys were in this motel room with this strikingly pretty girl.   And one by one she used her looks and charms to great effect upon them all.   

But I had enough of her nonsense, and as I approached her I said, I have something that I need to whisper in your ear.

And as I then was close to her I grabbed the top rim of her jeans and gave it a stout tug upwards while whispering a little something in her ear.   Then I pushed her backwards towards the ground, in a way that without any words being said she knew that I wasn't one to be trifled with.   And even while that look in her eyes along with that then nervous smile now spreading across her face said to me, "Please don't go."   I left.  

 

 

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It's funny how when you push them away, they all seem to come running back.   This little story ought to tickle some of you out there.

Once several of the guys along with myself went to this topless bar called Jato's.    We were still underage, but who gives a shit.

We were sitting at this rather large table off in the shadows.   And at the time, the crowning jewel of Jato's was then dancing under a spotlight on top of this other table maybe forty or more feet away.

But we were new there.   And as is customary with all new patrons, the girls, in this case her, would make their way to our table to express a friendly greeting of sorts.  

So now with her long blonde hair, and her winning ways, she tried to make nice.   But instead of the usual response she must have encountered so many times, she was hit by a series of questions from some of the guys.   While I, as usual, sat at the end of the table with my one good ear and just listened on.    Oh the shocked look upon her face was precious, as they would ask her,..

"How much money do you pocket at the end of the week,.. And how would you like to double it?"    Things of that nature.

I half smiled at their efforts, but knew that that was much too head on for her.   But one by one it seemed all the guys had something more to add to their enticement.   

Then in an angry tone, she turned to the one guy who had remained quiet during all this fruitless talk, and said,.. "And just what do you think about this?"   Meaning their proposition.    And I said, very sincerely,.. "I don't care what you fucking do!   You can go ahead and hang yourself upside down from the attic rafters for all I care."    And then the little buterfly flew away.

I was very smooth in those days.

Anyway,.. About two weeks later I went back to Jato's with another guy who wasn't with us at the time, and as we proceeded into the darken bar the DJ then lifted up the needle off the record player and said over the PA,.. "Well, well, Denise, it looks like your boyfriend is here."    She then hurried over to me.    

Absolutely fucking true, whether it sits right with you or not.  

Girls are just so strange!  

And by the way, I knew that the guys weren't really sincere, because if there was one thing that I wasn't back then, it was a fucking pimp.    I leave that for the N______S.  

Wheel of Fortune:   Spin,.. Whirrrrrrl,.. Plap plap plap plap plap.

"Ok, for four hundred dollars,.."

Contestant:    "Yes, is there a 'G' ?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, there are a couple of them."

 

 

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32 minutes ago, woodworker said:

It's funny how when you push them away, they all seem to come running back.   This little story ought to tickle some of you out there.

Once several of the guys along with myself went to this topless bar called Jato's.    We were still underage, but who gives a shit.

We were sitting at this rather large table off in the shadows.   And at the time, the crowning jewel of Jato's was then dancing under a spotlight on top of this other table maybe forty or more feet away.

But we were new there.   And as is customary with all new patrons, the girls, in this case her, would make their way to our table to express a friendly greeting of sorts.  

So now with her long blonde hair, and her winning ways, she tried to make nice.   But instead of the usual response she must have encountered so many times, she was hit by a series of questions from some of the guys.   While I, as usual, sat at the end of the table with my one good ear and just listened on.    Oh the shocked look upon her face was precious, as they would ask her,..

"How much money do you pocket at the end of the week,.. And how would you like to double it?"    Things of that nature.

I half smiled at their efforts, but knew that that was much too head on for her.   But one by one it seemed all the guys had something more to add to their enticement.   

Then in an angry tone, she turned to the one guy who had remained quiet during all this fruitless talk, and said,.. "And just what do you think about this?"   Meaning their proposition.    And I said, very sincerely,.. "I don't care what you fucking do!   You can go ahead and hang yourself upside down from the attic rafters for all I care."    And then the little buterfly flew away.

I was very smooth in those days.

Anyway,.. About two weeks later I went back to Jato's with another guy who wasn't with us at the time, and as we proceeded into the darken bar the DJ then lifted up the needle off the record player and said over the PA,.. "Well, well, Denise, it looks like your boyfriend is here."    She then hurried over to me.    

Absolutely fucking true, whether it sits right with you or not.  

Girls are just so strange!  

And by the way, I knew that the guys weren't really sincere, because if there is one thing that I wasn't back then, it was a fucking pimp.    I leave that for the N______S.  

 

 

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Harely I also had a similar experience at the Crazy Horse in Las Vegas. Some guys were giving me a whole lot of attention when one of them said....Hey why don't you come over here and sit on my face baby.....I said as loudly as I could so all his buddies would hear me.....why? Is you nose bigger than your dick?  OKAY it wasn't a strip club it happen in a casino were I was working

AND girls are strange but boys are too....I had to tell one guy (most likely virginal) where to find my clitoris....I said "look under the hood"...he said  "What it's in you car?"  OMG.....really        yours always....KrispyKritter  

OKAY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY APPARENTLY NO ONE HERE DOES.

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