-The Secret Of My Success

I've just come from dabbling around with this application for a managing position. A part of me feels really good about doing this but another worries about me getting too much responsibility too early. You see, I'm worried about the kid within me that may/may not come out and force me to take a nap underneath the desk when I really should be working.

Prior to all that thinking with the little angel and devil on my shoulder, I've also had to study for my accounting test due for tomorrow. Pretty much ready for it but it is accounting. Never had teh subject? Well, take a shit load of information (namely, numbers) and try to fit each in its little spot and hope they add up. Harder than it looks and very, very boring. It's no wonder accountants are considered to be the most boring people in the world.

Yes, I went back to the antique thingee as promised. Although I forgot to roam a bit since I am a butterfly knife collector and there was a guy selling all kinds of martial arts weapons (hence the drool from me), my mission of getting the Nightmare On Elm Street movie poster had to go through. It may not have been the actual one but the image was correct of a girl completely freaked out while a pair of gloved knives is seen above her. Yup, good ol' Freddy Kreuger would taunt Nancy throughout her dreams as seen in the movie. Who else freaked out at the first appearance of Freddy?

It just took a little bit of bargaining the $14 price down to $6 but I did. It's best to offer to take things off the hands of dealers the last day since they're more genereous in offering reductions. That and chunky white guys love being given nudie magazines I could get real cheap. It's weird being in the middle of things to help myself all while conversing with 2 other people.

I'm not sure why but porn is just not big in my world. There is a natural curiousity of a few things since I am male but the whole scenery is based on something that I'd rather be doing than watching. Every other guy has a different view on this since they tell me that Playboy is shit and that I should subscribe to Hustler instead.

My response: "Yuck! I'm more for not seeing everything all at once in which it's gynecology shot after gynecology shot on every page."

Speaking of all this, I did notice a DVD marked down quite low that I'm sure Bald-O would enjoy so I got it for him. It's based on showing the strip joints of Florida and a few other places. I know that I was once in one due to Mark's bachelor party (see last June) but they're just not my kind of thing to hang out in. I'll tell you why:

-I feel that strippers are not the ones being exploited. The lonely or just plain disgusting men are sucked dry of their dollars all for what? The sight of some ladies nice smooth pink parts? We all know how I love the vagina as well as everything else on women but I'm just not interested in paying a $10 cover charge to have women grind on me for money. Once in a while for fun with the guys is cool.

-I've been in 3 while in St. Louis thanks to that bachelor party. We began in 2 of the nicest. The women were absolutely stunning! Unfortunately, we ended in the most filthy of strip joints where really chunky chicks with receding hair did hooking on the side. It wasn't our fault since the cab driver took us there where he had a great night. No joke. He wanted to go with us, 6 guys in a cab!

-I am not saying I had a bad time at all. The first strip joint was absolutely hilarious! I got to see a black girl take Bald-O's head and mash her tits with it. Then she paraded around to call him a "bad boy." Me? I ended up half naked with a gorgeous stripper on the stage where she proceded to sit on my face. Gawd, there is a no touch policy so my tongue had to stay in zee mouth. No scent, either, since strippers use a lotion on their pink parts. Of course, it was nice for the stipper to sit on my lap afterwards and proceed to tell me I have a nice body while feeling my chest muscles.

*A nice thing is picking up stripping moves for when you find that special little someone you can practice them on. Poles cost a bit so save up your allowance in investing for the future.*

You know why I think strip joints are a great place while also being a place I'm not going to frequent? It's the same belief in why I think prostitution should be legal. Handicapped people. It's that simple. There are certain people that will never experience their sexuality unless a woman is paid to fuck them. You really believe that crap about women wanting men for their personality?

People tend to forget that a guy that is frighteningly too small, ugly, or just plain obese wants to be loved as well. Even if it takes money for a night of sex, let them have a great night! Geez, it's like people make sex out to be this experience that should have too many laws when it's actually up to the person. I may not fuck you for money but there are others that may. I have no right to judge.

I've heard women say that they would fuck a guy after 3 dates. Isn't that kind of like hooking? It takes 3 dinners at Denny's and then we end up in bed? Interesting. We're going to McDonalds 3 times in 1 night, then.

The weirdest thing about strip joints is actually etiquette. I still have no clue as to how I say what I want when there isn't much. One stripper came up and grinded her heel into my crotch. It didn't faze me. Got a lapdance but was bored. Saw Bald-O get his face mashed by tits and dancing around like a complete loon. Now that was priceless.

I'm guessing that I am de-sensitized from things. The sight of naked women is nice but I'm so picky. Tits don't get my attention.....much. I absolutely love the ass muscles and yum-yum but even that gets boring if I'm not into the girl. There was that added factor that all of the strippers were completely shaven down there. The no touching thing is hard since if there is twat, I must eat. I'm a geek inside that does battle everyday with the testosterone parts.

I really do recommend going to a strip joint for everyone, male and female. It's just an experience that you won't forget since you will see guys behave in the most insane ways. It's also good for women to know which are the bad ones since some offer handjobs in the back for somewhere around $40. I know because Tuck, a friend of mine, loves to get them while in St. Louis. Girls, watch your boys and get a lapdance!

Well, I just hope Bald-O likes this DVD of strip joints since it's time we de-virginized his 55-inch TV by playing some porn on it.

Well, this tired ol' boy will be headin' on up to bed for his puckered ol' buns need a bit of rest after all that Yorkie wranglin' from dogsittin'. I love my dogs but they wear me out. Plus, they are inconsiderate, rude, noisy, spoiled, and sneaky little brats. It's when their big dark eyes look up to you that you forget all this. Plus, Bonnie had a cigarette (left from the roofers that worked on our roof) in her mouth. I've got a dog that throws up on my feet first thing in the morning and now one that has decided to take up smoking. Goodnight.

*Possibly, a locked entry on abortion*

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