A stripper at the club had been giving me the full court press for the last several visits. She's pretty cute. She's been telling me she wants to "play with me" outside the club.
Well, last visit she invited me to her upcoming party. I figured it was SS and she would flake, but she texted me the address and off I went. I rolled a couple of and picked up some beer. Since my Spider-Sense was tingling I thought bringing gifts would be a good idea. Following Google Maps, I turned into BFE. Trailers in general disrepair everywhere. Found the place.
Stripper greets me and in I go. First thing I see? Toddler. Second? Beer Pong table. Not a combination often seen in polite society. I'm led out back to the permanent bonfire area. Meet stripper's old man/suitcase pimp. Meet his kids. Seem like nice people. Everybody's friendly. Party favors are a hit.
In walks toddler. Did I mention everyone at the party is tripping on acid? Yeah. There's drugs and toddlers in the same room. And a shotgun. And a pit bull. And underage drinking. AND underaged drug use. AND, to top it off, a SMOKING hot teenaged girl with a tight Abercrombie polo shirt STRETCHED over her giant, braless, flawless natural tits. Nipples were pointed upward and appeared to be quite thick.
I left. I would have fucked that stoned little jailbait. While I doubt anyone would call cops, because of what I described above, but why chance it?
Sometimes it's fun to live dangerously when your daily life is vanilla. I'm looking at this as mildly adventurous sociologial research. When in my life would I ever have the opportunity to use party favors with a retarded guy? Checked that one right the FUCK off the Bucket List.
Ended up at the SC. HOT new talent. Got digits. Got DFK. This one's gonna rocket up the ATF list.


You made a smart decision to get out of there. Sad to hear about the toddler in that kind of situation though.