Fuck it – I went out for one beer and a few dances at TnT’s —- or was it a few beers and a dance? Fuck, it must have been the second cuz I’m feeling real good right now….. Actually, I’m pretty glad I went out because I ran into a few old friends that I haven’t seen in years. Angel (not sure what she’s dancing by now but it ain’t Angel) and Ryan were at the club tonight and we although they were but busy with customers, we did get a minute to chat – always good to see old friends – even if it is at the strip club.
On the plus side, there were more sexy teenagers at TnT’s than I’ve seen in a long time and the club was fairly busy for a weeknight. All-in-all it was a unspoiled night to watch a few pretty teenagers and chat with some old friends. In fact, any night when Candy, Chris, Harmony, Rain, Angel, and Riley is a night I hunger for to be at the club.
So I’m place now sitting here munching leftover pasta and wondering what the fuck I’m going to do when gas hits $5.00 a gallon. I can already see that it’s having an effect on the strip clubs here in Colorado and I can only imagine that as we (the real men of the world) have to spend more on gas, that it will leave us less to spend on coochie. And what kind of meat-earing, red-blooded, testosterone filled American man wants to cut back on his coochie money? Not me!
So here I sit thinking of ways to save a few pennies so I can still enjoy the essentials of life – like a good table dance.
First, and probably smartest, is to auto pool to the club. This not only takes care of the designated driver, but it also saves a few cash in gas.
Second, stick to the tap beers and bar whiskey. Nothing wrong with drinking a blended Canadian in order to save a few cash for tipping the strippers.
Third, quit smoking. Best fucking thing I ever did and at the current cost of a “pack a day” habit, you can visit the strip club every couple of weeks and have a first-rate old time – and you’ll smell better too….
Hey, and if you have a rich friend – you drive and make him buy you dances for being his designated driver – the drunker you get him, the more dances he’ll have to buy for you ![]()