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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: tallandfat on July 13, 2010, 12:36:39 PM
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prostittues who don't put out
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They all put out.. you just have to pay the stripper the right amount
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money talks ;D
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What's wrong with actually getting a consenting woman who has sex with you for free out of her own enjoyment?
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What's wrong with actually getting a consenting woman who has sex with you for free out of her own enjoyment?
Between the Megamass feedings and the pro-tan applications, not much time to date a bitch. 8)
But first they're gonna blow me.
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What's wrong with actually getting a consenting woman who has sex with you for free out of her own enjoyment?
there's ALWAYS a price to pay, be it dinner, movie, flowers, AIDs, etc..
at least when strippers talk back you can beat the shit out of them because they already have low enough self esteem ;D
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money talks ;D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je7MqES4Wfk
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Parker and the Getbig Strip Club Bandits while the others can't stand it. Would yall stick a 1$ in her G-String ???
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You do see some sad looking guys in strip clubs by themselves just muerder-ishly staring at the strippers and giving them everything in their wallets! Cant help but feel bad for them!
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prostittues who don't put out
do you really think your funny, and that people want you here ::) ::)
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make it rain!
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prostittues who don't put out
Who's the new gimmick who can't spell?
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Why anyone would spend money to not at least get tugged, is beyond me.
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What's wrong with actually getting a consenting woman who has sex with you for free out of her own enjoyment?
Some men are truly damaged (ugly, low self-esteem, egocentric, emotionally stunted, warped values, etc.) and simply can’t do that. :'(
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Parker and the Getbig Strip Club Bandits while the others can't stand it. Would yall stick a 1$ in her G-String ???
Hot boy
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About seven or eight years ago, friend of a friend talked me into going to a gay strip club with a group of guys. There was about nine of us and at thirty-three I was easily the youngest guy in the group. I had never heard of this place before nor been to it so I’ll admit I was curious… I had been to gay bars and clubs many times, but a gay strip club? What was that like?
When we got there, I was surprised to see how big a venue it was… It was easily as big as any bar or club I had been to in the past—and it was very crowded; wall to wall with men. There was a stage, several bars, and elevated poles for male pole dancers and even an isolated stage with a “shower” so guys could dance/perform while taking a shower… wearing… you guessed it: a thong.
The performers came in all shapes and sizes. Many were bodybuilders (none I recognized), some were twinks, and some were just average. They gyrated on stage, pole danced, and made themselves available to their admirers for gropes, lap dances, etc. It was a strange spectacle yet oddly amusing. I can roll with any punch, but I was clearly out of my element. This conclusion was accentuated when I took a moment to look around the room and noticed the patrons. They were basically all older men (mostly over 50). Some were in their 40s but they all looked “old” to me. I guess when you’re in your early thirties everyone seems old, but I remember feeling like I was in an episode of the twilight zone.
“Is this my future?” I remember asking myself. “Am I gonna turn into one of these men… patronizing strip club in the years ahead?” Everyone in the room was drinking, laughing, and appeared to be having a good time, but I did not identify with the crowd at all. And I didn’t want to. I felt like I was in a bad movie—and I wanted out. Why weren’t these guys home with their partners watching a movie, hosting a dinner party, at a concert, theatre, or some other “respectable” venue? Was I being a snob?
It wasn’t long before some dancer saw me and started making a move toward me… dancing his way over to me he started gyrating up against me. My friends were hooping and hollering! I was mildly amused, but I was not into it. I remember thinking, he’s probably just doing this because I’m young youngest person in his field of vision. ("let's see, I can gyrate against that young guy or against that 58 year old guy). ::)
I tolerated the evening, but I was glad when it was over. I never went back to that venue. So what’s the lesson in all this? I’m not sure there is one… but that night confirmed something I have long believed: we all make choices in life. And choices have consequences. I will choose to be hanging out in some place other than a strip club when I am in my late forties, fifties, and sixties.