1. Don’t put your butt in people’s faces. 2. Stop jackrabbiting your pee-pee about. 3. Here’s an idea! Instead of sitting the girl in a chair, make her stand up, and then sort of sway at her and smell her neck a bunch, real slow-like. 4. You could even put her hand on your pectorals! 5. Probably leave most of your clothes on.
I went to one with husband and another couple the month after I turned 50- bucket list sorta thing. I was more interested in crowd watching- the strippers themselves, with one exception, were just going through the motions. Interesting to see the sort of people who go there- and it was a skeevy one, too. I'm not interested in going back, but I can say now, I have been to a strip club.
Seriously. I wouldn't go to the library to watch internet porn, and that's kind of how strip clubs seem to me except way more expensive.
Apparently, Rom-Coms do not take into account real-world anti-stalking laws.
Best Han Solo line ever.
"He said he wanted to make love to her in the worst way.
"And then he did."
House Rules for the San Francisco Wonkette Party:
1. Don’t put your butt in people’s faces. 2. Stop jackrabbiting your pee-pee about. 3. Here’s an idea! Instead of sitting the girl in a chair, make her stand up, and then sort of sway at her and smell her neck a bunch, real slow-like. 4. You could even put her hand on your pectorals! 5. Probably leave most of your clothes on.
And also try to be more attractive.
Worst use of a big stick since Buford Pusser.
The money shot!
whatcha gonna do bro?
channing tatum may be an a-lister but that doesn't make it any safer for work.
And perhaps most significantly, fake enjoyment.
There are entire genres of porn that appear entirely devoted to humiliating women. I find that disturbing.
When we're good, we're very good. When we're bad, we're better.
<blockquote>The effect ends up being more comical than sexy. </blockquote>
Isn&#039;t this true of <em>all</em> male stripper moves?
But strangely there&#039;s a paying audience for watching cartoons <em>not</em> enjoy having tentacles all up in their places.
I went to one with husband and another couple the month after I turned 50- bucket list sorta thing. I was more interested in crowd watching- the strippers themselves, with one exception, were just going through the motions. Interesting to see the sort of people who go there- and it was a skeevy one, too. I&#039;m not interested in going back, but I can say now, I have been to a strip club.
So much I&#039;m missing . . . and with ever-fewer regrets.
Seriously. I wouldn&#039;t go to the library to watch internet porn, and that&#039;s kind of how strip clubs seem to me except way more expensive.