I was at a strip club last night, and this stripper tells me -
 

Stripper: Hey, give me a dollar
Me: why?
stripper: "Because im a lesbian. So give me a dollar"

And i was thinking in my head.. is this sub human for real?

Me: No... i dont think so. BUT, i'm willing to give you $1 if you can find another girl here and I want you to make out with her infront of me and my friends. THEN
I'll give you your "$1"

so she leaves

Lesbians are always worth a dollar.

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It's very basic human behavior. Adding any "reason", no matter how inane to a request, significantly increases compliance with the request.

Great story. I like the part where she asked for a dollar best.

Transylvanian strippers

how much were beers?

great story.

lol'd

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Damn sub humans fuck my head up too.

rookie. that lesbo would have blown you for a few rails.

Well, that's what you get for fucking around with strippers. In my experience, strippers are all mentally disordered to one degree or the next but ususally to a spectacular degree and are to be avoided at all costs.

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I rarely frequent such establishments, except for industry events, although I usually always have a good time since I'm among friends at the industry strip club parties.

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ADG

I bet your friends were all, like, "Dude... you are so fucking cool."

And you were, like, feeling like saying "Yeah, you know it, Bros, bitches better show me respect". But you didn't say it and just kept it in your head because just taking in the adulation was enough to say it all.

Then you ordered a $8 glass of cranberry juice, in fact, you picked up a round for the whole table.

"Thanks brah, you the motherfuckin' man" all your friends said.

Unfortunately, that fucking sub-human lesbian bitch told the bartender what a bunch of choads were sitting at table 3 right next to the rail, so your drinks were sent over but no one mentioned those few extra drops of Visene...

So you and your bro's all had to run for the bathroom at the same time to bond, but not in a homo way, yo, as you all shit your pants together.

Fuck yeah!

I had a really unique experience at a Dallas club last weekend.

I don't really frequent strip clubs very often, so when I do I usually get a dance or two from the dancers that attract me the most. They dance on me for the duration of a song and then thank me as I pay them and we part ways.

Last weekend, this smoking hot Honduran girl dances on me, and when the song stops, she continues to dance on me. She dances on me for a total of 5 songs. All I can think of in my mind is, "I'm not stopping this, but either she's generous and dancing on me at length, or I'm racking up a huge bill."

Well, I racked up a $100 "tab" with said stripper. So I took four $20s out of my wallet and gave them to her, since I didn't have $100 in my wallet. Dropped them in her basket and hightailed it out of there!

I felt bad, but she could have been clearer at the end of each dance. I was even beginning to wonder if it's truly a song or they dance on you as long as they feel like. I feel like an ass...

I don't understand why anyone would go to a trip club

lol. that's pretty fucking funny! :thumbsup

it's better then shuffleboard?

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the OP is such a high roller and pimp LOL please tell us again why the fuck you posted this story??

Not that unique. Surprised you had not run across it before. Think I had that one pulled on me when I was 19. Lucky for me, dances were $5 back then

I'm a lesbian too. Nobody ever gave me a fucking dollar for it.

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OP is such a badass

To see hot naked chicks dancing. What's so hard to understand?

Why would you not fuck them for the same price

she conned you into paying lots of money and YOU feel like an ass? How cute, you are such a "nice guy"

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YOU felt bad?

Wow...

I had a black stripper sit on my lap because she wanted me to bring her to the back room at cheetahs and whisper in my ear "did you cum yet baby?"
lol

1$, give me a dollar? not 10 or 100?

Personally I disagree. I beleive that this particular portion of the story was more a reflection of the duality of man within the context of sexual politics in a modern, materialistic society, whereby although the characters begin as neutral parties, both with needs, we are left with the unsettling notion that perhaps both are equally flawed.



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i thought you were going to say her sites got hit with the google algo update and needed your advice

My first strip club trip

7 Years ago a bunch of us went to vegas and we went out to a random strip club that was offering the free limo ride + entrance + "vip" if you buy a bottle so we all go and all the sudden strippers are coming from every direction it seemed

They started to give lap dances to our group and I ended u having two give me a lapdance at the same time. Keep in my end they didnt ask to start the lap dance before hand. So we are all enjoying our selfs and then at the end of the dance the girls are like "alright it will be $50 each "

My first strip club lesson lol

The strip club i was at last month in Manchester was actually great. The chicks were smoking hot, they actually has a sense of humour, and they weren't all about taking every penny you had. Refreshing!

There's really nothing worse then a cocky stripper

She was retarded, like most strippers.

An insightful conjecture, however, I think there must also be a deconstruction of the relationship dialectic that provides the fulcrum of subtext; namely, the antagonist is propelled by the necessity of her inherent conditional, which is she is a stripper and strippers want money, and so requires her to request monetary compensation for her erotic performance. Then, the apparent lack of consideration for this reality becomes the basis for the conflict to ensue; thereby causing a reversal of the sympathetic identification and empathy with the characters. Whereupon, the stripper acts according to her trajectory in the arc of her character, and the dude who can't even flip a buck looks like even more of a shmuck.

a Dollar will make Honey boo Boo child hollar.

I bet everyone on this forum were all, like, "Far L... you are so fucking cool."

And you (Far L) were, like, feeling like saying "Yeah, you know it, Bros, bitches better think i'm funny as hell". But you didn't say it and just kept it in your head because just taking in the adulation was enough to say it all.

Then you ordered a $8 glass of cranberry juice, in fact, you picked up a round for the whole table.

"Thanks brah, you the motherfuckin' man" everyone on gfy said.

Unfortunately, that fucking sub-human lesbian bitch told the bartender what a bunch of choads were sitting at table 3 right next to the rail, so your drinks were sent over but no one mentioned those few extra drops of Visene...

So you and your forum minions bro's talk smack to bond, but not in a homo way, yo, as you all shit your pants together.

Give the man a dollar for originality!

Now you can go and brag to your brahmeisters that you actually made money in adult!

Playa, you the fucking man among men, yo

Great comeback bro.

Tube boys like you are always good for a lame joke or two :thumbsup

Well, of course. That goes without saying, but if you read into the underlying thematic contraditctions of the story taken as a whole, then the use of that "reversal of sympathetic identification" becomes almost superfluous. To me it's the overweaning ethos of the implied counterpoints between customer and stripper here that make the subtextual construct so nebulous as to almost completely disappear, and we are instead left with the feeling that someone wanted a dollar, and someone else didn't want to give it to them. Surely then, if the entire framework of that dynamic rests on such a simple premise, then the need for some altruistic, "higher purpose" to the tale as a whole becomes blindingly overwhelming and, in a way, almost injiurous to the reader. Don't you think?







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really ? :winkwink:

"Stripper: Hey, give me a dollar
Me: why?
stripper: "Because im a lesbian. So give me a dollar""

Think I would decline giving a dollar for claiming lesbian and offered $5 for her to prove it.

I love strippers - but many are not the conversationalists they should be. Of course if you can get by on looks and not having to engage in erotic discussions, then I guess the shoes fit so they were theme. It's the strippers that can actually talk dirty while looking clean that get my attention and tips.