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strippers lie|06.25.04 Hanging out with my best friend from back home means you are going to go to a strip club. It’s inevitable. You can’t fight it. I like boobs as much as the next guy, but it’s kinda like ordering food at a restaurant just to look at it a while before you go home hungry. What’s the point, you know? My little brother had fun though. Way too much fun. |