The last ten days have been a treat of smart people, dumb asses, smart asses and dumb people.
I've added some behind-the-scenes details in case y'all have never heard a guy call a vagina a 'Wendy' before.
Men love Canadian strip clubs because in Toronto and Montreal you get a big bang for your buck (gratuitous tit-clenching, sandpaper hand jobs, etc.). So, not only do they think that you taste like maple syrup and are like, way polite, they also think you're going to jerk him off for twenty bucks. It's the only time I dread announcing my otherwise severely-patriotic Canadianness.
If you can believe it, Josip comes in every Monday at the strike of 6 and orders two glasses of red wine at once. I don't know that he drinks them, because I always see him bopping his head to the beat of Matchbox 20 remixes.
There was some hot debate over bologna/baloney. I just hate the spelling of bologna so I used my creative license as an artist to also suggest that Jessie thought her labia were just plain nonsense.
This guy sucked.
No surprise here.
Ralph is referring to my vagina. I was talking and he interrupted me with this ask. No tip.
Jameson is the Robin Hood of strippers, and I love her.