May 17, 2013
An excerpt from My Friend the Stripper Whisperer:
How could I forget Miss. Blondie? She walks over shaking her ass, pushing the other girls out of her way to get to Ross. She sits down on Ross’ and whispers something into his ear. Ross smiles, grabs the stripper’s hand and follows her back into the VIP section. We had only been there an hour, and he was gone. Into the darkness.
I wasn’t one for dances. I don’t understand the appeal. Colin was gone for about an hour. He mentioned something about a hand-job. You know those things guys can give themselves, and do so better than chicks? Paul would buy himself dances, and occasionally throw a girl my way if she wasn’t one he wanted. One of those girls thought it would be funny to take off my tie and stick it up her vagina. Paul and Colin thought it was hilarious. I did not. I ended up burning it. I liked that tie.
Time doesn’t exist in Vegas. We stayed there longer than most of the strippers shifts. We only caught one quick glimpse of Ross. We saw him at a gated window talking to someone, and then rushed back to VIP. Our server informed us that the gated window was where one would pay their VIP bills.
The three of us looked at each other. This can’t be good. Had the Stripper Whisperer’s magic worn off?…
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February 25, 2013
Ask any guy over 30 about his college days and you’ll hear the same story: he regrets that he didn’t play the field more. He’ll insist you should sample a smorgasbord of college chicks. He’s right, but where to begin? Sometimes it’s obvious which girls you should pursue, like the hotties who were repressed in high school and are now cutting loose. But some potential hookups are not so obvious. We’ve compiled a handy guide to help point you in the right direction. Read More….
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