Are you an ex-stripper trying to get it together by kicking the meth and oxycontin? Tired of your boyfriend you met at the strip club, that cop, always beating the shit out of you? Can't afford enough tattoos to cover your bruises and track marks? Welcome to Texas! You know, where you were born and raised! It's too bad you live in a country where being born poor nearly guarantees you'll be a single mom and a high school dropout and that you'll be forced into stripping at some grim honkytonk on the edge of town because it's the only thing that pays better than WalMart.
i don't know much about the theology of all this, but i'm pretty sure that was the most fantastic collection of kitsch, bad taste, awesome stripper shoes and blue nails that i have ever seen.
In 1999, while driving north on Central Expressway in North Dallas I saw a billboard. White letters on a black field that simply said 'Thank You Jesus'.
I saw its cousin a couple of months later: 'We need to talk. -God.'
i don't know much about the theology of all this, but i'm pretty sure that was the most fantastic collection of kitsch, bad taste, awesome stripper shoes and blue nails that i have ever seen.
Win
Stress tested for her pleasure.
There aren't enough fists I can give you Ken...just not enough.
It must be because things are so slow at work. But, does anyone else wonder what it smells like there?
I had the sound off 'cuz I'm at work...but I like the work that Tiffany "Toll" Booth does.
All kidding aside...but what the hell happened to Zumba? What's wrong with just dancing?
...WoW, I can see it now: "Get a free lap dance when you put $10 into the offering plate"!!!
In 1999, while driving north on Central Expressway in North Dallas I saw a billboard. White letters on a black field that simply said 'Thank You Jesus'.
I saw its cousin a couple of months later: 'We need to talk. -God.'
That is all.
I prefer the titty dancer with the boa constrictor.