Last weekend, I found myself in a department store fitting room, eavesdropping on the conversation of two other women. In my defense, it’s not like I can turn my off my ears. These ladies were in the fitting rooms next to mine. They were trying on bikinis and deciding which ones looked best… completely normal for June.
Then their conversation turned to the logistics of bikini bottom removal while wearing high heels. And what imperfections the black lights will and won’t hide. Yes, I was in the fitting room area with some strippers. My brain went into porn store clerk mode and I wanted to asked where they worked, but some decorum snuck in and shut me up, dangit. So now I can’t tell you where to go to tip these dancers… except the obvious place of their new bikini bottoms.
Come on Michelle!! You really dropped the ball on this one! Get your head in the Game will ya?
So, did you throw a bunch of ones over their door as you left?
And uh, what were you purchasing?
Dammit no camera phone?
I wish I still went to strip clubs…I just don’t have the cash any more!
Not only did you not tell us where they work, you didn’t tell us where they shop (not that I am gonna fit into the background of the bikini department).
yyour husband wrote:
iGasm
Please don’t tell my wife about this new gadget. If she hears about it I might never see my iPod again.
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