So I stopped by My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division) last night after seeing my alma mater's football team get their collective teeth beaten loose by a metal bat. I went up to the stage to see ... uh, this anonymous girl (who I have named in other blog posts, but I'll leave her identity a secret here) and I gave her two bucks, which is what I give all of the girls up there, even though some of the girls up there demand five.
She called me by my name. I didn't think she cared enough to know my name. "You know my name!" I said, to which she replied -- and I'm paraphrasing here -- "We all remember you because you only give us two bucks. You could give us five bucks ... ?"
To which I cocked one side of my head upward. Five bucks? The cost of many meals at fast food restaurants?
And I basically invoked Chris Cornell, who is my spirit animal:
She called me by my name. I didn't think she cared enough to know my name. "You know my name!" I said, to which she replied -- and I'm paraphrasing here -- "We all remember you because you only give us two bucks. You could give us five bucks ... ?"
To which I cocked one side of my head upward. Five bucks? The cost of many meals at fast food restaurants?
And I basically invoked Chris Cornell, who is my spirit animal:
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