tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post5053121679165977390..comments2024-03-06T17:02:32.359-08:00Comments on the asshat lounge: The Wilderness Years- Stripper Lessons vol. 2 (Marilyn)Konohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-84414489909752252072016-06-25T19:43:22.968-07:002016-06-25T19:43:22.968-07:00oh, good god... flashbacks to my stip club days. a...oh, good god... flashbacks to my stip club days. as a patron, not a performer... gotta go read part 2. may fess up about dear, sexy, mysterious Autumn (nevergotherrealname).daisyfaehttp://daisyfae.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-40242660282805750932016-05-07T19:43:20.057-07:002016-05-07T19:43:20.057-07:00Looby- the difference i think is that i actually f...Looby- the difference i think is that i actually fancied Melanie, Marilyn i just wanted to fuck, with Melanie you could have a conversation, you could see yourself making dinner with her, shit like that, Marilyn was not known for her intellectual ability and i'm quite sure she couldn't make toast but damn if she wasn't nice to look at...<br /><br />Exile- i was just a young buck back then and reading to much Hank and Henry Miller made me want to get low, get down in the shit so to speak, in the mind of my twentysomething self back then it was living, and these places i hung out were just glorious to study the anthropology of urban habitats, the shit i pulled in those places... but i'll get to that...Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-55014944444751139112016-05-06T11:20:43.151-07:002016-05-06T11:20:43.151-07:00When you run with the hunted, expect some serious ...When you run with the hunted, expect some serious carpet burn. I've missed out on the whole strip club scene. I've always been too self-conscious and too uptight to enjoy myself. It's a pity, really. Went once and the sister of my friend's girlfriend was dancing. She spotted me and spent the rest of the dance on the far side of the floor. I felt like the pariah I was. Am. Exile on Pain Streethttp://exileonpainstreet.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-50914659049327593982016-04-28T17:08:55.613-07:002016-04-28T17:08:55.613-07:00Oh bugger... this sounds a bit like Melanie all ov...Oh bugger... this sounds a bit like Melanie all over again.loobyhttp://loobynet.co.uk/noreply@blogger.com