A waste
Last night I was reminded why strip clubs are a waste. Several hundred dollars spent and what to show for it? A kiss, a grope and an ever powerful urge to find a girlfriend to go home to. I guess I did my part for the male bachelor party tradition, but god, Dallas the mother of one with a D cup wasn't worth it. Although my hormonal friend sure as hell thought so. And just in case you didn't know: strippers aren't there for their insightful conversation. And seriously, breasts are nice, but rubbing them all over my face just doesn't do it for me.