can't stop thinking about this place

I can't stop thinking about this place! The Pink Poodle blows my mind every time we go here. If you are a lady and are looking to have a fabulous time with your friends there is no better place to go on a Saturday night.

The place is surreal. There is a portrait of the owner in a frame behind the bar, I'm guessing his name is Jeff P. Poodle, and he gazes upon the patrons with a deeply Satisfied gaze. He knows this place is the shit. Hand to God, I think I saw a tear of joy come out of his eye last Saturday.

A few of the ladies in our group were Pink Poodle virgins, the dancers there bareback broke their asses in! One lady in our group wants to be a dancer, she got a taste of that life when Katie abducted her from her front row seat and invited her up on the stage. Next thing you know, Katie had her naked! Whipped her clothes off before the end of the first song! I have never seen an aspiring dancer be baptized on stage before, and I've been to Reno.