Lap Dance
I woke up this morning reeking of stripper, my purse stuffed with singles.
Huh. That makes my evening at The Booby Trap sound much more scandalous than it actually was.
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November 13th, 2005 at 4:17 am
That depends on how much you made.
January 11th, 2006 at 10:39 am
[...] 3. The Booby Trap. Marquis says, “We’re nude, Dude!” But I’ve already been there. [...]