If I ever get married, no bachlor party for me.
Seriously, I just went to one tonight, it was cool and everything. Up until the strippers arrived, I had no Idea they were gonna be there one. Two I had no idea it was a bachelor party, I just thought I was gonna watch one of the last games of march madness.
At first I was ok, hey topless dancing is nice, artful, in a way. And rather sexy IMO. No such luck, three minutes into it there go the thongs. I would have left after about an hour, just to say goodnight to the poor bastard that was gonna end up with a night long lapdance right before he marries the woman he was lucky enough to have marry him. Someone he gets to hold every night, love, and hopefully die, with. But no, I carpooled. And what's worse it wasn't my car.
So I'm just sitting there bored, looking away save for when some pervert gets the girls nails raked across their chest and all of a sudden I'm jerked to the center of the circle, my shirt his pulled halfway up and they've written something, very sloppily, across my chest. With a cattle pen, its' staying put for a week if not more on my chest now.
1 am, and I'm finally home, waiting for the pipes to warm up... ahh fuck it, ice cold shower. I feel dirty. And I feel the sudden urge to repent for what I saw. Even though it sickened me all the while.
At first I was ok, hey topless dancing is nice, artful, in a way. And rather sexy IMO. No such luck, three minutes into it there go the thongs. I would have left after about an hour, just to say goodnight to the poor bastard that was gonna end up with a night long lapdance right before he marries the woman he was lucky enough to have marry him. Someone he gets to hold every night, love, and hopefully die, with. But no, I carpooled. And what's worse it wasn't my car.
So I'm just sitting there bored, looking away save for when some pervert gets the girls nails raked across their chest and all of a sudden I'm jerked to the center of the circle, my shirt his pulled halfway up and they've written something, very sloppily, across my chest. With a cattle pen, its' staying put for a week if not more on my chest now.
1 am, and I'm finally home, waiting for the pipes to warm up... ahh fuck it, ice cold shower. I feel dirty. And I feel the sudden urge to repent for what I saw. Even though it sickened me all the while.