Hell was called Cheaters. Everything smelled and everything had some odd slime-y film on it, especially the girls.
One waitress came over to me and asked me what I thought of the girl dressed as Marilyn Monroe. I look over to see this girl with a small chest and a big rear. We all know Monroe was known for pretty much the exact opposite, but I figured a strip club was the last place I should judge anyone about anything...
Except the guy she was straddling. Some 300 pound monster in a bean chair. I asked the waitress if she was with Joe DiMaggio, and she didn't get it... cause I was making cultural jokes in a place void of culture.
Anyway, do you feel that if strippers are going to roleplay, they should find a girl who fits the part?
- Yeah, sure.
- No, you pig.
- Dude, I don't think anyone would care if she was playing as Helga from Hey Arnold, as long as she is hot.
- You never ask questions, Rich, and we want you to stop. We don't care if Gag keeps egging you on to do so, this shit is disgusting!