So tonight I went out to dinner with a friend that I work with, his wife, my wife, and another couple to some over-publicized place called Joe's Crab Shack for dinner and drinks. Basically, it was o.k.. Except for the fact the place was crawling with tourists and pretentious assholes. Oh, and the hour long wait to be seated. And the staff dancing every 15 minutes to some sorry-ass has been song like the Macarena.
On a good note, the wife was seated at the bar, and was carded for drinks. Though she is not of legal age, the bartender was hip, and let her drink anyway. Too bad they charge ten bucks for a fucking mai tai. 5.50 for a damn beer. Our tab for dinner minus drinks was over $50 bucks. My ass still hurts.
The only thing that was funny was watching my 35 year old friend get up and put on a grass skirt holding two plastic crabs while we sang happy birthday. He was required to say, "I'm (name-removed), it's my birthday, and I have crabs" at every pause during the song. That was pretty cute.
Strippers are funny.
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One of the comments left by a reader of the stripper story: "At least you weren't doing anal..."
Hahaha.
I farted on a stripper's hand once. Perhaps I'll tell that story sometime.
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