Tuesday, March 20, 2007

...lil sidebar at the gentlemen's club...


...the problem with substitute teaching is that you get the slightest implication the students like you, they will walk all over you...similar to strippers...and you're at the strip club after killing at least 8 beers...because you don't walk into a gentlemen's club sober...otherwise, you ain't a gentleman...you look to see if the club has any Asian "dancers"...and they don't...they never do when I go...or you go...I don't go to these places...this story is about you...stay focused...focused on the dance routine..."Left Tit" worked on it all last night - into the early morn...show some respect...her name is "Left Tit" because it's the one that has been done...she's saving her tips for the right chonga...so you sit down, front row, and you've settled for the blond...you're lopsided, leaning to the left...you make political statements with your wad of Washington’s...we'll see what this blond can do for that wad...you place one one on the edge...and that's where you and Steven Tyler are living tonight..."work in a cubicle all week Charlie is away for the weekend...leave a message -- 'Mohegan Sun'"..."Left Tit" comes over after "doing a little dance", pushes her cans together, looks you directly in the left ear because she's crossed-eyed, and now you think see wants to "get down tonight"...she takes the dollar, sticks it in your mouth, and takes it back with her cleavage...you feel some peach fuzz...but you're satisfied because The done can touched your left ear...she must agree with your politics...your self-esteem has risen, among other things, and you feel the jealous eyes of other pigs on ya...all of this to be completely shut down and reversed because "Left Tit" spends the next half hour with the 45 year old that pretends he's a gentleman twice a day, 7 days a week...I guess she didn't want me...I mean you, and neither do these students...they just use you...it's exactly the same scenario...

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