"It was a dirty, rainy night in Gorst..."
Only Puppy would act like there was anything cool about that story. That strip club depressed the shit out of me and I can imagine a decent looking black stripper in there. There were literaly meth head 3's dancing in there when I went.
Anything about women and sex depresses you 55...reminds yourself of the 55 years youve been rejected, laughed at, ridiculed, left out, unfucked, unsucked, ignored and kicked out of any room with a pretty girl in it. Quick Road, call your PCP, get on 20mg of lexapro, and a steady diet of viagra then try your hand at sex again. Its not too late. Youve still got time for that ever elusive ass poundins, splitter lickins, fuckins and dick suckins.
Depression is manageable, and you'd be shocked to know how women can work, in conjunction with the lexapro, to cure what ails you, set you on a path to happiness. Even a girl with meth mouth can bring you joy Roady, Dont knock them as they might be all thats leftover in the cosmopolitan clubs of Auburn, after the good lookin guys already took the pretty girls home. Its ok, they prolly feel the same when that penny slides down your rail. And dont knock Gorst, its not much different than Auburn.