Quote:

^ Well, I was referring to the smell being like a particular stripper's bad breath. I just don't remember which one. Lol. It was either a short, thick one who kinda looked like she might be 2-3 months pregnant. Or a tall, thin one with the words "Dolce Gusto" tattooed on her back in large, cursive script.

As far as pills go, no mention so far. I seem to have a weird knack for meeting the one girl in the club who provides pills for the other girls. Sometimes they'll just put them in my mouth while they're dancing. Down at the club Gia worked at in Seattle, the coolest stripper I ever met used to just put weed/pills in my front pocket sometimes while she was dancing. I was supposed to take her out, but she kept getting paranoid like maybe I was a cop or in the mafia or something. Then, she got a brain tumor. Sorry, I went off down a sad memory lane.



Brain tumor? When and whom? Was it Carly, the skinny milf with fake tits and sometimes wore glasses? I remember she died in 2004, but I wasn't told why.
_________________________
"What I do know is that if Karen Carpenter and Mama Cass Elliot had shared that sandwich they'd both be alive today." -Michael K