Comments by BaddJack (page 4)

I have encountered girls that would FIT "robbing one," but were too slick to actually use it. I have seen "shadow" and "cat" but not shadowcat. Maybe I can talk a girl into using BaddJackie.....

If I get superlative service, I ask if I can name them. Letting them know after one great dance and before a second dance that I am a "reviewer" usually makes the second one better. If they want to remain anonymous, so be it.

To add to LeeH's list: 5) some are repulsed by old, fat men (like me) no matter how much cash we have plastered to our forehead.

LeeH: the funky little club that I go to (mostly to pick up fees for things I am doing for the dancers) has a retired dancer behind the bar, and she is ABSOLUTELY the hottest thing in the place. Last Friday, at the end of her day shift, he took the stage and did a 2-girl nude dance that netted them hundreds of dollars. (Oh, and the local ordinances make NUDE dances seriously ILLEGAL, but, like the trooper she is, she did it anyway)

Easy steps, and I have been in clubs all over the country. It does NOT work in clubs with multiple stages, but it almost works without fail in clubs with a single stage: 1) find a girl you like and ask what she likes to dance to 2) ask if she would agree to dance to the song YOU like, and promise to take care of her at the rail during the song 3) tip the DJ. Let him know what dancer has agreed 4) sit back and enjoy. It is not rocket science. My favorite to request is the 2-song set "Cocaine" and then "Layla."

No illegal drug is nicknamed "Pepsi." 'Nuff said.

What do we do with Reggie's Orioles face?

That is why I always use my perspiration and stick a C-Note to my forehead. Nobody says "Pathetic Loser" like Uncle Benjamin.

The black lights had pushed the guy to his limits. He wasn't aiming at the ceiling. Just like Al tried to tell the numbskull cops in "Die Hard": "they're shootin' at the lights..."

six continents? *clap* *clap* *clap* I tip my hat to you, sir.

I am a criminal defense attorney, and some girls know it. When they hit me up for free advice on DWIs and whatnot, I always tell 'em that I can't be their lawyer as attorneys are not allowed to have sex with their clients. Most express loud and profane remonstrations about former lawyers that they blew or screwed. Priceless.

I think I found it....http://yougotrickrolled.com/

Funky little joint here in town has green beer, and all the girls wear green and pinch the shit out of the guys that don't. St. Patrick's Day rocks.

uh, old guy here, ....I still get a hard-on from Stevie Nicks. Pathetic Loser

Bathrooms are for getting high?

shit...I forgot about my one wild night in Windsor in 1984. I was on my buddy's tab...I think we hit at least 10 different clubs that night. I gotta readjust my totals....

$450 and the cost of a hotel room for a hand job? She won't get many takers.

I have never done Valentine's Day, but I have often thought of picking up those cheesy little valentines that school kids give to each other and a bag of the little hearts with the messages on them. I think the girls would dig that. I am a Halloween guy. Almost every year. There is something about a REAL costume, as opposed to a stripper costume that I like.

shit, Dougster, I just wrote down a list of the clubs I went to that are no longer in operation, and I got to 26...

Dude. I even once picked up a girl on Independence Avenue in KC, a haven of fugly whores, but those are some of the fugliest hookers I ever saw.

londonguy: based on where it has been, I am guessing my dick has a pretty strong immune system.

steve: Don't stop believing. For a brief shining moment, there was even a good club in the Ozarks. It closed before I discovered this site, so I never reviewed it. Cold beer, nude above, nearly nude below (and for a three dollar tip at the rail, they would show you the kitty), SERIOUS full-contact karate. ITC mileage was superb. OTC was common. It was called "Barely Legal." I still get verklempt when I think about it.

ever noticed that when you use the bottom side of the head of your dick to make and impression in the cake frosting that IT looks like a valentine?

The drummer in my old college band lives in Detroit. That gives me an excuse to visit. I have not yet partaken of the hospitality that MoTown has to offer. Perhaps it is time.

Rod is my new hero. I had never thought of carrying mouthwash in a pocket when I go to a club. It goes on the checklist from now on.