Male Strippers, Chicken Fingers and Bottom-shelf Rum & Cokes • 06.05.08
I have been invited to a bachelorette party *yawn* for my cousin. Nothing thrills my heart anymore than spending an evening in a dusty room that smells of badussy, chicken fingers and bottom-shelf rum&cokes while watching some menz gyrate about in their draws. *Stone-faced* Seriously, I don’t know if men know it, (or care) but male strippers are not the business.
I have found most of the time they are either gay or whoreish or both. Don’t get me wrong, female strippers have the extra sheen of jizz dirt on them also, but the male version just seems worse to me. All mixed with testosterone, S-Curl juice, and AXE deodorant. I.Just.Can’t. Don’t get it wrong, I LOVE men, in all their nekkidness, but that whole rub it on my thigh and I slip a fiver in your thong just doesn’t do it for me.
I spend a lot of time thinking about all 36 of the women that just got the same treatment, and then that number starts multiplying in my head. Uh Uh. Maybe we expect men to be a tiny bit disgusting, which is why we expect them to go to strip joints so it’s sleazy, yet not as sleazy as their male counterparts.
Here’s a question, how come men don’t get a pole? I have rarely if ever seen that but I might want to see them do that upsidedown, trapezoidal slide-thingy, balls out and all! (acutally that might hurt)
Blog By: Ninja Girrl
