I think I would be the stripper in my many relationships with women. Its not even my job. As I walk down the street hundreds of women at a time are always staring at me ravenously. Some of them walk up and talk to me asking "how much?," but I never need their money. Often times I blow them off leaving them standing there crestfallen as I walk away (with them hoping that they too can do the same -if you know what I mean). Finally, when I get tired of the constant pleas and cries, I give in -but only when I'm bored. After we're done, they pay me anyway. I don't know what it is about me...I don't know what's going on with these these women (and by women I mean Kim Kardashian, Megan Fox, Beyonce, Lucy Liu, Jessica Alba ...just to name a few, the actual list is endless). It is a terrible curse. But I must bear it.
ITT: Delusions & fossilized humor. Fuck strippers. No class, no personality. I dig them tomboys & bookworms, they know where it's at. Yeahhhh baby. Even worse about strippers, no meat on 'em. I like my girls healthy. Not portly per se, just plump enough they got an ass to smack, kna'mean? I need me 'dat hourglass, mmmyeah.