My ATF has worked in the same club for a number of years and has had an on again, off again relationship with a regular customer. She knew he was seeing one of the other dancers OTC but was still happy to catch him for a dance. His OTC partner broke into my ATF's locker and stole stripper outfits and shoes, then quit the club and disappeared. About 6 months later she was telling this regular about the stolen merchandise and he said, why don't you come over to my house. She's living with me and my wife and kids. Sure enough; not only was she there but she returned the purloined outfits.
Now can any of you picture any scenario where you'd have your fave move in with the rest of the family? The life and times of strippers is more fascinating every day.
As much as I enjoy Gawker's contributions to TUSCL, I as I write this, it says his post was made nine hours ago. That would make it about 11:00 p.m., PDT, still within an hour to go on April Fool's Day. At any rate, it makes for a good story!
Not that it matters, my wife has met my ATF. She just has no idea that she is my ATF. I didn't introduce them, rather a third party. The third party introduced my ATF and me as well at that time, although we had known each other for years.
In response to those who impugned my veracity all I can say is that I've met the guy and the stripper and the rest is how it was recounted by my ATF (if that ain't a reliable source, what could be better?)
Mr. Reaction: the gentleman involved is a " medical professional" living in a very pricy neighborhood and is capable of writing prescriptions . Even the upper crust likes to wallow in the mud occasionally.
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We'll see what snarky-ass thing Allturd has to PM about my ability to predict reasonable odds...oops, I forgot he might have me on ignore. Douchebag!
Isn't this one of the last scenarios which hasn't been made into a reality show?