I once went to lunch at a strip club with two divorced young bachelor friends of mine. They got most excited when the hostess, who didn't dance, came out and cleaned the stage and pole. They clapped they cheered, they tried to tip. Both wishing to find a girl that would do that at their place.
Funny as hell, Marcos-Spanish Name. Tech doesn't iron my clothes because there's no use in doing it. They just remain on the floor, piled up with hers. =d>
That's a cool story, Play. Did you stay to catch a show?
Oh yeah, we enjoyed the rest of the show quite a bit. There were some very talented dancers there. They offered a "free" lunch with the cover. The food was so bad the girls would be saying thinks like, "You're here for the lunch, really?"
It's a happy memory.
Mumbles, bet they were serving Hot Pockets.