I spotted this bar across the intercoastal waterway. the kitten club. happy hours 2 for 1 until 7. I decided to check it out. the time was 6:30. Inside it was close to midnight. The girls were pigpen specials. They all outweighed me. And not by a few kilos.
“You want a lap dance?”
“No, I have a back problem.”
There is another go-go bar.
My friend says Rachel’s has good food. I don’t go to go-go bars for food, so
I’m in purgatory at the fat pussy bar and a redneck asked for a lap dance. What did i do in my previous lives to deserve this?