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How a stripper's brain works. Example #184

goldmongerATL

The Square Above Charlie Weaver

I was sitting with a stripper that was a bit fucked up. She asked me if I had her number. I thought she meant did I want her number or did I already have her number and if not she would give it to me. I was wrong.

She wanted to know if I knew her cell phone number. She had lost her phone and did not remember her own phone number. If I knew her phone number she wanted me to call her phone so she could hear it ring (over the blaring music?) and find it.

I pointed out that we had never met before, so I did not know her number. She asked if I had any pictures of her pussy on my phone because it might show her phone number if I looked at a picture of her pussy on my phone. I had never met her pussy, either, so no luck there. Oh, forgot to mention my phone was out in my car.

She went to Plan B and asked me if I knew anyone that knew her phone number. I asked her if she ever called any of the other dancers. She muttered something and wandered away. Probably went to ask strippers she did not know whether she calls them or not.

Oh, I had asked her what kind of phone were we looking for. She said T-Mobile. I asked what it looked like, She said it was the square kind.

This was a real problem. How is NASA going to get in touch with her in an emergency?