There's Your Karma, Ripe As Peaches

because the strippers usually can't be touched, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me either. but the time that I went with my man to a club, we couldn't even get back to the bedroom once we got home.

I only go with the boys but it's not a bad stop sometimes. Have some beers, get titties in your face, and head on out to a new bar. It's not like you've gotta give him tons of money for a little show.

The inevitable blue balls lower the appeal. If you can go home to a girlfriend or wife or whatever then it's all good but if you've just gotta drive home and beat off, I think it's a waste of cash. I can download porn and do that shit for free.

i don't go. i'm not payin to get blue balls.

the only way I'm going is if I can go to Scores or somethin and since I'm a broke ass grad student, I won't be gettin there anytime soon.

If it's been a while and you've got too much pride for a slump buster, sometimes a little contact is better than none.

you dont havta pay to see the goods girlie. you just gotta to show some cash if you wanna have a fine piece make a sandwich outta your head :=) but at Scores them hunnies havta get some dollars outta you on principle!

I just want to make it rain just once! but unlike Jon it's gonna take another 15 years to get the cash together to do it.

"a woman's body is a work of art"

Though a lot of times more the work of a degree by mail doctors rusty scalpel.

Yeah that's the thing. You need to have some nice income and live near the great places or it's all skankville and watered down drinks. I don't think as many dudes are regulars as you think, Flash.

I went to Crazy Horse when I was in Paris a couple years ago and I've been ruined from every other place ever since. I'm not tryin to go to them all the time or whatever but nothing can possibly compare after that.

"Perhaps this question is more for the guys that are always at the strip club"

The only explanation is that they're perverts. There's no reason to be at a strip club that much unless you're Tony Soprano.

I don't think this is some shit that can be explained just with a couple sentences. you need to hit up Scores or Crazy Horse with your man. I guarantee you won't regret that shit and he'll be bowin down to you more than he already does! then you'll understand what it's all about.

haha Toxic, you know plastic surgeons are the only real artists out there! Even Picasso could start over on a new canvas. If a surgeon fucks up with his knife, you could end up with this!

WTF! Is that a real person?

"If a surgeon fucks up with his knife, you could end up with this!"

Aha! Another GFY fan! I was there today and immediately thought about posting that photo of Posh here. Damn, she's a mess. Someone needs to forcefeed that girl.

And, as they said at GFY, "Oh, Posh. "Victoria's Secret" does not refer to you. On so many levels. You are a pretty bad secret-keeper."

And I have questions ... Would I get a black eye from those fake boobs? Where could I possibly tuck a buck on that outfit?

If that ho was in Africa, Sally Struthers would be tryin to do a commercial about her.

Only suckers pay to be teased. The entire strip club thing makes no sense whatsoever. Paying a high mileage mess to rub her venereal infection all over you is the equivalent of renting a wrecked Ferrari, so that you can sit in a parking lot and rev the what's left of the engine.

"WTF! Is that a real person?"

Nah it's our new Olympic logo for London 2012.

That's not plastic surgery on Posh. What has happened to her is the natural result of a life with David Beckham.

Now that we've all been scared shitless by Posh Spice, it's high time for great works of plastic surgery art with Pamela Anderson: