Just got in from the peeler palace. I'm drunk. I pissed on the fly of blue jeans. I had eight lap dances. And I smell like a whore. My wife is in bed and I should burn my clothes and take a shower before I go to bed.
zpyrd ( zippy ) , what is a peeler palace . Is that a place where you peel potatoes and they allow you to partake of alcoholic beverages. Lap dances also , wow . Ooooo i get it , youse was at one of them stripper joints . I am not allowed to go there myself . Does sound like fun though , assumming it was a female doing the dance off course . Ha ha ha ha ha-----your an animal zippy . At least until Mrs. zippy finds out and bongs ya on youse head .
Not forgetting that your jeans look like coconut matting and you smell like a fish market.
Fabulous.
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Ahhhh yes such fun , pissing all over your self . Don't get no better then that . If done before the lap dance it can shortin the dance time though . Unfortunatlly i have been there and done that though . Thats why i have given up the demon rum , exceped on rare times when i want to partake of such things.
Ashamed....Not.
I told my wife I went to the peeler palace.
I didn't admit to the lap dances.
Glad I'm on my week off. The hangover this morning was intense.
My friend (from work) and stayed until the palace closed. It's kind of an unoffical biannual event for us.
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