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Had to walk out the strip club in my underwear one time when a stripper pushed me behind a bed and ran off with my trousers in an attempt to steal my money in one of those private rooms.
They turned the house lights on my ass (Pause) and some drunk broads tried to flick my dikk/Pull my drawers off as I was walking to the exit while the DJ played a Calypso version of Chuck Berry's "My Ding-a-ling" . This was early 2000's and Cellphones and service wasn't as cheap as it is now and being a College student I hadn't the means to have one, so I had to beg someone outside for a call, but are you really gonna lend your Blackberry to a breh walking out the strip club in saggy underwear, holding that shyt up with one hand asking for your phone in the other??
Friend of my Aunt's saw me and asked her husband to drop me home since me and my friends weren't driving and none of those fools went out of their way to help a breh past just shrugging at me going .. "Booooyy.....wha you wah me do?"
Worse of all, Mah Dukes confronted me in the morning, vehemently wanting to know why the fukk I was in the strip club walking around with no pants on rubbing my dikk on women on couches 'cause the gossip got misconstrued and that's the version she got through the vine.
Most I can say is over the years, whenever someone brings it up and asks me about it, I've been able to amend the story and make it look like I was drunk and misplaced my shyts and soften the L I took that night, trying to slam ass with a stripper, but...yeah. As an already goofy nikka with a gift of garb, you just gotta walk that shyt off and laugh with the crowd.
Also, this was in the Caribbean; Where strip clubs don't have a touching rule, and a solid majority of 'em had rooms/lodging on site that strippers stayed in that you could make your way into if you wanted to go to overtime.
They turned the house lights on my ass (Pause) and some drunk broads tried to flick my dikk/Pull my drawers off as I was walking to the exit while the DJ played a Calypso version of Chuck Berry's "My Ding-a-ling" . This was early 2000's and Cellphones and service wasn't as cheap as it is now and being a College student I hadn't the means to have one, so I had to beg someone outside for a call, but are you really gonna lend your Blackberry to a breh walking out the strip club in saggy underwear, holding that shyt up with one hand asking for your phone in the other??
Friend of my Aunt's saw me and asked her husband to drop me home since me and my friends weren't driving and none of those fools went out of their way to help a breh past just shrugging at me going .. "Booooyy.....wha you wah me do?"
Worse of all, Mah Dukes confronted me in the morning, vehemently wanting to know why the fukk I was in the strip club walking around with no pants on rubbing my dikk on women on couches 'cause the gossip got misconstrued and that's the version she got through the vine.
Most I can say is over the years, whenever someone brings it up and asks me about it, I've been able to amend the story and make it look like I was drunk and misplaced my shyts and soften the L I took that night, trying to slam ass with a stripper, but...yeah. As an already goofy nikka with a gift of garb, you just gotta walk that shyt off and laugh with the crowd.
Also, this was in the Caribbean; Where strip clubs don't have a touching rule, and a solid majority of 'em had rooms/lodging on site that strippers stayed in that you could make your way into if you wanted to go to overtime.