You know, and I might have said this before, but I’ve never seen a stripper (while he or she was stripping – I did sit across from a former stripper a few weeks ago outside Starbucks. She was talking to her friend – a guy she knew, maybe from her time as a stripper – about her adjustment from stripper to cubicle worker and I’m pretty sure my sister’s roommate in college was a stripper) and I’ve never had the desire to.
Also, Erica, I believe you’re right, also, like our conversation about Tex-Mex, I can link stripping back to the orginal post which is, essentially, about a garlic strip club.
My friends from high school would frequent strip clubs in SF the summer after our Senior year. One of them was a classic, ‘the stripper loves me.’ Type patron who over tipped and really thought something might develop between he and the girl he paid to take off her shirt.
It would have been sad really, if we’d been mature enough to realize.
Strip clubs have excellent drink specials. I found my former hairdresser at a strip club. She looked like Bettie Page and gave my friends and I a lapdance to Florence and the Machine’s Dog Days Are Over.
This doesn’t actually work in real life, does it?
I don’t know, I’m out of garlic.
I’m out of big lightweight metal mixing bowls.
It definitely works.
Did I get this from you, Rich? I couldn’t remember.
Brb, going to the store and buying a dozen head of garlic to peel.
But, how often do I peel a whole head of garlic at once?
Michael, I just tried it with one clove. It still works. What are we going to hijack Andrew’s post with today?
And I did it with two soup bowls.
Ceramic soup bowls?
Yep, and a single clove.
I needed this video last night when I was making kale curry soup. Sadly, someone started chopping up the garlic before I could try.
Deron, I got busy at I work. Didn’t have hijacking time. But I’m ready now.
Let’s see yesterday we talked about Tex-Mex and high school football so the next logical step would be…
Oh, let’s face it, you can’t force these things.
Michael, the next logical step is strippers.
You know, and I might have said this before, but I’ve never seen a stripper (while he or she was stripping – I did sit across from a former stripper a few weeks ago outside Starbucks. She was talking to her friend – a guy she knew, maybe from her time as a stripper – about her adjustment from stripper to cubicle worker and I’m pretty sure my sister’s roommate in college was a stripper) and I’ve never had the desire to.
Also, Erica, I believe you’re right, also, like our conversation about Tex-Mex, I can link stripping back to the orginal post which is, essentially, about a garlic strip club.
Oh shit, Michael. We’ve practically got your entire Dallas trip planned.
I find the entire experience, if you follow the etiquette, quite calming.
My friends from high school would frequent strip clubs in SF the summer after our Senior year. One of them was a classic, ‘the stripper loves me.’ Type patron who over tipped and really thought something might develop between he and the girl he paid to take off her shirt.
It would have been sad really, if we’d been mature enough to realize.
And they are happy and still together.
I believe he’s found a new venue.
Strip clubs have excellent drink specials. I found my former hairdresser at a strip club. She looked like Bettie Page and gave my friends and I a lapdance to Florence and the Machine’s Dog Days Are Over.
See.
There’s a strip club off the freeway near my house that claims to have the best coffee in town.
They also offer “free DVDs, no strings.” But the sign doesn’t make it clear if the DVD is called “No Strings” or the offer is “no strings attached.”
Probably both.
No Strings: Extra White
The second in a series.
Strings ruin so many arrangements. I generally opt for “no strings.”
Brown paper packages tied up with string are the only arrangment where strings work.
My mom wrapped our christmas gifts in brown paper with no strings and I’ll say that the strings are definately optional.
Strings, tied, are an adornment.
The DVDs are blank.