"I try to make a habit of bouncing my eyes up to the face of a beautiful woman, and often repeat “not mine” in my head or even verbally. She’s not mine. God has her set aside. She’s not mine. She’s His little girl, and she needs me to fight for her by keeping my eyes where they should be."
I used to know this guy that managed strip bars. He bought an old local nightclub named the Paramount. The original owner had built it from the salvage of our abandoned Paramount movie theater.
Anyways, the guy opened the new Paramount as a strip club. He had commissioned several artists to submit designs for the sign/logo. He wanted that mountain to look like a boob. Now, a boob is all I can see.
*NOTE* that's not the strip club sign. it's paramount's logo from the late seventies.
"I try to make a habit of bouncing my eyes up to the face of a beautiful woman, and often repeat “not mine” in my head or even verbally. She’s not mine. God has her set aside. She’s not mine. She’s His little girl, and she needs me to fight for her by keeping my eyes where they should be."
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