>> ^zor:

That's some Willy Wonka shit right there.


My adult Wonka Factory fantasy has everything now! (Ask me about the Oompa Loompa strippers.)

*nsfw for the stripper @ 4:25

Which do you suppose would be dirtier? Homeless man crotch money, or stripper dollars?

Im voting stripper dollars.

Now, imagine being a bank teller near a strip club. All that glitter, sweat, tears, and other stuff........all over those dollars.

Horny looks horny.
Lionsak and her "mom" look like sacks.
The tiger sack named "Nutsack?" All on you dad. Your fault.
"Dammit" and "Baby Jaguar??" Ok. She got Nutsack from you, DAD!?!
Nice try with the Madelaine reference, crack-daddy. You have at this point, successfully incorporated any and all drug or sex references into your daughter's repertoire, via her stories and plush toys.

Let's see if there's any rock, and or, roll.

Dick and Prick, Torkington and Hinkle (treat her to some more W.C. Fields flicks), you now are an otherwise charming and ineffectual father with potty mouth who beems at how cute his daughter (stripper-in-training) is while able able to woo the crowd (personal circle) creating a diversion for pop to indulge in his own debauch.

Finally, and no thanks required for the free therapy sesh, mashing the poor family pet afforded a name unsuited for an abused slave class or another of similar stature-
Shall we as a group of fruit flies hovering on a wall of banana venture to guess what a family gathering would be like??

I played this game purely because this guy liked the sequels.

When there was a slider named "sex appeal" that increased or decreased the size of the breasts I should have known what I was in for. Like, almost half, if not more, of the female population in this game are strippers. The rest are whores. Oh, apart from a small number who are your gangmates, but they also dress like strippers/whores. I'm not one to get all high and mighty on this shit, but honestly playing this game just made me feel uncomfortable. In a word: Gratuitous.

They refused a donation from a group of strippers a few years ago. The group made the donation on behalf of one of the stripper's father who had cancer or passed away (or something; YOU go look it up).

Let's rub grandma on some stripper and take pictures. It'll be adorable. The poor old broad kept trying to hide her face from the camera. I'd feel better about this if she gave some kind of positive reaction without being moved about like a muppet.

Scientists need to do that thing where they hook your brain and show video from your minds eye...then you need to think of this story and record it.

In reply to this comment by blankfist:
In '99 my graduating class came out to LA for a week to hold bullshit industry meetings and screenings. Not important. One night we decided to hire the kind of strippers that come to your hotel room. Imagine a class of about 30 or so people sitting in a suite while two chicks, one black and one white, danced for us. Mostly they wanted our money so they held these dumb games - one of them being you pay twenty to eat a Twizzler from their vagina. True story.

So I have this really good friend. We'll call him Giant. Giant was a great guy. The best. To this day I keep in touch with him. Sweet guy, but maybe not the most "experienced", if you get me. But a super awesome dude, just not the kind of dude that's comfortable around strippers. This is key to consider.

So then I had a Twizzler. So did a number of people. It was a rite of passage in a way. But then we all paid for Giant to have his turn. He was apprehensive, but it didn't take much convincing and he laid on his back and awaited his prize. The black chick was hot, and way hotter than the white girl. So lucky him when she straddled his face with the Twizzler embedded so deep only an inch was exposed. She dipped it around his lips, pulling back before getting too close to his open mouth.

All of us clapped and cheered. This seemed to excite and almost inspire her, so instead of letting Giant snatch it in his teeth, she seemed to bait him like how you'd excite your dog with a piece of bacon hanging over his nose. Anyhow, the white chick heard the crowd'd excitement and wanted to get into what the black chick was doing, and so she started unbuckling Giant's belt, and while she pulled it from the loops, he started panicking. Not the serious hyperventilating kind. No. But the "Shit this is embarrassing" kind.

He starts really going for it. Snapping at that small piece of Twizzler just sticking out, but for some reason he just can't quite reach it. True story. So then the girl gets his belt off, and then gives him a gaspedal. That's when someone steps on your junk. Or so that's what someone told me it was called. Anyhow, she steps on his danglies and he freaks the fuck out, snaps the Twizzler like a goddamned ninja from the other girl's vagina, and takes off running back to his seat. All in a blink of the eye. But without his belt, his khakis come down. Exposing his tightie-whities. Yes, it was 1999 and those where tightie-whities.

But the girl behind him, the one who stole his belt, started whipping his ass as he ran away. So. Imagine this, a Twizzler in his lips, he's running away with his pants around his ankles in front of almost the entire class and the girl behind him is chasing him and spanking him in the ass with his own belt. Everyone erupts in this kind of half-laugh/half-scream. And that's when I think about the Twizzler I ate just a couple moments ago, and it was then I asked myself, "What did that taste like?"

"It tasted like what I imagined AIDS tasting like."

In '99 my graduating class came out to LA for a week to hold bullshit industry meetings and screenings. Not important. One night we decided to hire the kind of strippers that come to your hotel room. Imagine a class of about 30 or so people sitting in a suite while two chicks, one black and one white, danced for us. Mostly they wanted our money so they held these dumb games - one of them being you pay twenty to eat a Twizzler from their vagina. True story.

So I have this really good friend. We'll call him Giant. Giant was a great guy. The best. To this day I keep in touch with him. Sweet guy, but maybe not the most "experienced", if you get me. But a super awesome dude, just not the kind of dude that's comfortable around strippers. This is key to consider.

So then I had a Twizzler. So did a number of people. It was a rite of passage in a way. But then we all paid for Giant to have his turn. He was apprehensive, but it didn't take much convincing and he laid on his back and awaited his prize. The black chick was hot, and way hotter than the white girl. So lucky him when she straddled his face with the Twizzler embedded so deep only an inch was exposed. She dipped it around his lips, pulling back before getting too close to his open mouth.

All of us clapped and cheered. This seemed to excite and almost inspire her, so instead of letting Giant snatch it in his teeth, she seemed to bait him like how you'd excite your dog with a piece of bacon hanging over his nose. Anyhow, the white chick heard the crowd'd excitement and wanted to get into what the black chick was doing, and so she started unbuckling Giant's belt, and while she pulled it from the loops, he started panicking. Not the serious hyperventilating kind. No. But the "Shit this is embarrassing" kind.

He starts really going for it. Snapping at that small piece of Twizzler just sticking out, but for some reason he just can't quite reach it. True story. So then the girl gets his belt off, and then gives him a gaspedal. That's when someone steps on your junk. Or so that's what someone told me it was called. Anyhow, she steps on his danglies and he freaks the fuck out, snaps the Twizzler like a goddamned ninja from the other girl's vagina, and takes off running back to his seat. All in a blink of the eye. But without his belt, his khakis come down. Exposing his tightie-whities. Yes, it was 1999 and those where tightie-whities.

But the girl behind him, the one who stole his belt, started whipping his ass as he ran away. So. Imagine this, a Twizzler in his lips, he's running away with his pants around his ankles in front of almost the entire class and the girl behind him is chasing him and spanking him in the ass with his own belt. Everyone erupts in this kind of half-laugh/half-scream. And that's when I think about the Twizzler I ate just a couple moments ago, and it was then I asked myself, "What did that taste like?"

"It tasted like what I imagined AIDS tasting like."

Poor girl. Strippers alopecia devastated the porn industry and now the short film industry. Oh well.

*fap on

And we are sure this is actually a cop and not a stripper, right?

No stripping from the stripper?

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I thought it said stripper.

>> ^RadHazG:

Large plastic balls appear to be the Girls natural enemy in the wild.

and stripper poles