I hate it when...
...a when the guy next to me at the tip rail asks "Are they real?" No they're figments of your fuck'n imagination asshole.
...dancers tell me a new life story every time you talk to them. Is it to hard that to keep your lies straight, you're all college students right?
...waitresses bust my balls over a 12 dollar soda. I just spent 2 bills on lap dances, I think she's got the money for a fuck'n bottle of water.
...dancers are always nicer to there customers then they are to there boyfriends. I guess that my fault, but a word of advise to those who haven't made that mistake yet. Never go from customer to boyfriend, it's just not worth it.
OK, I got to got. Next time, love not hate. |
