It was extremely busy right in the middle of the holidays last year. I suppose the logic is such that people get tired of spending time with their relatives and escape to the land of Strippadom.
I was giving a dance to this drunken, mangled guy and turned around to shake my booty at him. I turned back around and
His cock is out.
Holy mother of fuck.
This is hilarious.
I stop and turn to the side, desperately trying to contain laughter. I could very well laugh loudly while pointing at his dick - would he then have put it back in his pants? But what if my laughing encouraged bad behavior? I didn't really have time to think about this (in retrospect I should've just laughed at it) and worked instead on composing myself again. After a minute or so I finally say,
"You need to put that away, sir."
He blinks as if regaining consciousness and shoves it back in his pants. He shoves it. I'm trying my damnedest not to crack up the rest of the the time I'm there, and I continue knowing he'll probably not remember a damn thing in the m
He whips his cock out.
Again.
In all its hard-on glory.
This time I double-over in laughter and through stifled fits of lols I repeat, "SIR! You need to put that away!"
"Bu... but c'mon, can I have it out just a little? Like this? I won't do anything I swear, I just want it-"
"No, this is against the rules, I can and will kick you-"
"-out..."
"-out!"
He sniffs and slowly puts it back, with the demeanor of a heartbroken child who just lost a protest to have another candy cane and eat it too.
Awfulness: 1/10
Douchiness: 3/10
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