Time for another boring story by youres truley. Not a lot of activity here or at work today so what the heck.  
Many moons ago before I was even old enough to drink, I got sent to Charleston SC for work with a coworker. Was supposed to learn the ins and outs of some new fangled heating system but I honestly don't think we learned crap in the 3 days we were there. I was still about 6 mos shy of turning 21 but no worries as my coworker kept us supplied. Remember when we got to the room, I think it was a Ramada Limited and dang was it limited what a crap hole it was, had me fill the sink with ice while he made a beer run. Presto instant cooler!!! Never have seen anybody who could drink like him especially to be so dang skinny. Anyways last night there he wants to go hit one of the local strip clubs, being a young buck from the sticks I was pretty fired up. Knew I couldn't drink there so I got pretty hammered before we left. Just so y'all know I'm a friendly drunk,  and will say first thing that comes to mind especially if its funny. So we get there and I'm pretty slammed, guy checks my ID and says you can come in but ya gotta wear this. I'm thinking a wristband or something, he hands me a 2xl red tshirt with huge letters that say Under 21 on the front and back!! WTF if I hadn't been plasterd no way I'd have wore it and went in. Didn't notice till we got inside the letters glowed in the black lights great!! So here I am with a shirt down to my knees, drunk as a skunk, young and stupid making my first journey into the erotic world of the big city (well big to me at the time). We get a table and like every one of the gals is like "aww you're just a baby" first 75 times I heard it wasn't too bad but started to get old. So after sitting there a bit decide to make my first trip to the stage. A rite of passage so to speak, a young fella fresh from the farm being called in by the siren song that only the swaying hips of a lovely lady can play. I awkwardly make my way up, I can picture myself and I bet I looked like a moron, and stare at what at the time must have seemed to be one of the most bueatiful creatures God ever created, (know I was wrong now there all on TER). Being respectful keep my hands to myself and let her do her magic, my buddy said I was grinning like a fool. Stick the dollar in her garter, she leans down gives me a kiss on the cheek and says you guessed it "awww you're just a baby" to which I tactfully replied "you take a look at what's hiding in these jeans and you're gonna think baby"!!!
Next thing I remember some big dude grabbed me by the arm and showed me the door. And to top it all my buddy left me in the parking lot for like an hour his excuse "I wanted a VIP dance from that blonde chick" So I guess the moral of this story is young kids, alcohol and strip joints don't mix. Next several strip joint trips were uneventfull, but now that I've found the lovely accomidating ladies here no need for that. Y'all have a nice day and if ya can't be good, be good at it!!