Showing posts with label strippers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strippers. Show all posts

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Because All Women Want to be Strippers

In my last post I talked about the rape-in-the-making situation known as Passion Parties. Since then, I've found something even better than the fake-dick Tupperware party.

Enter: Pole Parties.

Yep, ladies are now shelling out top dollar to grind themselves on a pole like a runaway. This seems like a really great idea. I mean, sure, some girls are going to cry because it reminds them of all the times their stepdads wanted to play "Dance for Fake Daddy," but thats okay, nothing a box of wine won't cure.

So come on ladies, bring a corset, some thigh-highs and all your deep-rooted self-esteem issues to my house next Saturday and we'll prove to all our ex-boyfriends that we were worthy of love by dry-humping a portable pole.

The book makes you look smart, but the stockings
make you look like you do webcam porn.

On a for real note girls, if anyone thinks that this is a good idea, please go to the closest non-sexual male in your life and make him tell you he's proud of you. 

Jesus, they're going to stop letting us vote if we keep doing this shit.