Don’t forget your uniform as you trundle off to finish your shift at the Seven-Eleven, sweetheart. It doesn’t appear that a career in dancing is in your future. I mean really, how often does that get said? Men are so vile that you could put a manatee on stage and prod it to the beat of house music and we tuck our bills in the G-string of that sea cow. You, on the other hand… get used to the smell of processed meat rolling as the slush-ee machine grinds away.













It’s a sad day when you realize you’re not as good at something as a stripper.
That may be the funniest video I have seen on the you tubes.
Here are the thoughts going through her head:
Here I am at this carne festival with a stripper pole.
I’m so hot, I should be a stripper.
I’m so hot on this stripper pole.
I think I will do an upside down dipsy doo.
face plant.
I hope nobody saw that.