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14 years ago
I'm an Office Manager, but technically my title is Administrative Assistant (and my boss is a woman).
If my volunteer fire department mentors (from my teens) knew, they'd laugh at me.
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14 years ago
The thing about artsy fartsy critics is that they are full of shit. Because of these arsy fartsy assholes, piece of shit, hot for one second, movies are made. Hollywood actually thinks people want to see these pieces of shit, just because a couple of artsy fartsy critics said it was the most wonderful movie made since Citizen Kane, inspiring:<br />
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Dudester's Axiom-spoon fed dog shit long enough, people will eventually acquire a taste for it.
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14 years ago
I used to go there. Go to Brennans for breakfast and Pat O'Brien's for lunch. However, stay away from that strip joint in the Quarter where that fake leg is swinging out the window-unless you want to tip every single stripper who comes out on stage, be she a little cutie, or a fat cow whose udders swing just above the floor.
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14 years ago
Way to go troop. I've considered a .380, nice pocket weapon.
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14 years ago
Love, to me, is like lightning-fleeting. Wish it weren't so, but it is.
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14 years ago
They won't draw attention because of their size, but I often speak of the little town I grew up in as "If there's a bright spot in the universe, this is the place farthest from it." Actually, George Lucas wrote that about Barstow, but Nightline once did a story on my high school because razor wire tops the fences, there are cameras everywhere, and guards with submachines patrol the grounds.<br />
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I now consider myself lucky to live in Houston for a variety of reasons, but for purposes of this site, it's because of high mileage clubs.
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14 years ago
I'm really not one for costumes. With that said, however, it might be interesting if the club did a makeover for the night. Suppose, club didn't open until 7 that night (or closes from 5 to 7 to prep).<br />
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At 7:30, the dj comes out on stage (which has a curtain). He welcomes everyone and does a minute of filler, then steps off stage. The curtain opens and there's 15 desks, with 15 dancers in schoolgirl costumes. Synchronized, they do a strip routine around the desks.<br />
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When they finish, the cheerleaders come on. They are wearing Dallas Cowboy cheerleader type costumes (halter tops, hot pants, and knee high boots). The pom poms last only ten seconds, then tossed off stage, the unzipping of the boots begin. Then, the halter tops, then the hot pants. <br />
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A raffle is held, The winning customer gets to come on stage and be the teacher, who has a really naughty schoolgirl trying to earn an A. <br />
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The show replays at ten.
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14 years ago
Speaking as a Jedi Master, I don't like when some young Paduan breaks training and tries to solo. Sounds like I need to strap on my light saber and discipline the Paduan before she goes over to the dark side.
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14 years ago
I've said it before and I'll say it again-that girl badly wants to play a stripper (don't know what's holding her back). I sincerely hope some of her Disney pals also appear in the flick.
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14 years ago
Jizzhad LOL!!
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14 years ago
Been there, done that. Advice-run away, far and fast, first chance you get.
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14 years ago
Punching out a woman is a sure sign of a fucker that needs to be dragged by horses.
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14 years ago
It's obvious that he's lost his mojo. He needs to take some time off. Maybe losing a few more will make him consider it.
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14 years ago
And this validates why some single guys are still on a hormone induced high, days after visiting a SC.
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14 years ago
"Misterguy is friendless here, just like his real life"<br />
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<span style="font-size: larger"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman">...in your wildest dreams that is, moron. Get a <b>clue</b>!</span></span><br />
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Besides Dougster (your alias). point out a friend here. You don't have one, liar, fraud, you friendless loner.<br />
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Get some therapy, you <u><b>desperately </b></u>need it.
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14 years ago
Misterguy is friendless here, just like his real life. He absolutely hates it when anyone here is liked and respected because it is the thing that he desires most in life, but yet, he can't achieve it. Truly sad, destined to walk the earth alone because his acid mouth gets him in one jam or another.<br />
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Get some therapy misterguy.
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14 years ago
I used to love watching the Cowboys, until I found out that the NFL games are fixed. Deep sigh. <br />
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Anyway, for me, football season is going down to a local sports bar that has witresses in cute costumes. They know exactly how much service to provide (not bothering you on a 3rd and short at the two yard line). I go there to watch USC Trojan games.
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14 years ago
Glad to see that SC's are still alive.
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14 years ago
Section 2. See, the rules: <a href="http://www.tuscl.net/b.php?AID=515">http://www.tuscl.net/b.php?AID=515</a>
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14 years ago
My car has a unique stick shift, and for that reason, I don't like the idea of anyone behind the wheel of <u><b>my</b></u> car. <br />
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I dislike parking lot trolls anyway. I put them on a par with leeches, amoebas, bacteria, viruses, mosquitos and maggots. <br />
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Most Houston clubs that have trolls actually don't need them. The parking lot is sufficient.
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14 years ago
Yawn...<br />
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Now, to bang some Disney Princesses, that's different. Starting with my present avatar Anna, moving on to Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Vanessa Hudgens, and Ali Michalka. OMG !!
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14 years ago
You proved my point. Get some help, you need it.
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14 years ago
Don't breath too deeply, not right away anyway. That rush you'll feel in your head will be oxygen.<br />
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Back in the 1970's, I was a volunteer firefighter. This was the era before air packs. I'd come home after a fire and cough my lungs out onto the floor. Made me wonder what thrill smokers got.
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14 years ago
Back in the late 1990's, I was at Fantasy Plaza, a north Houston nude joint. For the first time in a while I had money to spend and I wanted to play with some gash. <br />
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Some shit head drug dealer, about 19 or 20 years old was monopolozing every girl that came on stage. He also had a harem at his table. Lastly, he had a mountain of an enforcer with him. <br />
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I was giving them the hairy eyeball and the enforcer was giving me the evil eye. I could of taken both of them, at the same time-if need be, but stripper pussy ain't worth fighting over. I ended up leaving in a pissed off mood and a ROB at St. James didn't make my night better. I ended up finding some shit head gangsta wannabees a few miles away and putting the fear of God into them. Making them abandon their car and running for their lives made me feel better (it ended up that the car was stolen, and after I called the fuzz, it made the night a 2fer).