I went to a strip club once (ok, that’s a lie – I’ve been twice) with a group of guys I’ve known my whole life. I was trying to be that girl who was “cool” with it – you know, unfazed by nudity and by being the only chick in the group. I did a pretty good job with it until I realized that that one other strip club I had visited was in South Carolina. The land of the g-string. Georgia is the land of the free, if you know what I mean. Upon this quite startling realization, I stumbled into one of my guy friends and stammered that we needed to leave.
So much for the “cool” girl.
Don’t get me wrong, it was impressive. Some of them could even pick up a dollar with their…you know-what. Congratulations on that, but no thank you.
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Good for you!