"Ginger" is the best friend of my CF and so I often sit and drink with her and my CF in the club. Ginger has red hair and is in her late 20's.
The other day, after I had been drinking in the club for several hours, Ginger came up to me and told me she left her Xanax at home. She asked me if I could stop at her apartment, which is on my way home, and pick up her Xanax for her and bring it back to the club. I said, "Sure." I'm always a nice and helpful guy.
Ginger said, "Let me know when you're going to leave and I'll give you my keys." Then she added, "Don't be afraid of my dog. He won't hurt you."
Instantly, I remembered Ginger talking a few weeks ago about her new dog. It was a pit bull.
Now I'm always willing to help someone out. But I'm not going to walk into an apartment with a pit bull that doesn't know me. I don't want my leg bitten off.
I did not want to debate the issue. Dog owners always claim their dogs won't hurt you. So I waited until Ginger was on stage, and then I got up from my table and walked out. I staggered a little so that Ginger would think I was drunk and had forgotten her request.
What is it with strippers and pit bulls? They seem drawn to aggressive dogs.


One of life’s many problems that would be solved by everybody agreeing that their canine buds should be dachshunds.
Dachshund system = brilliant!