rdog: she was wanting to go to the hotel down the street. f*ck that. no way i’m paying for dances, sex and a hotel. if that’s what i was after, i would have gone right to a hooker to begin with.

cody: lol…exactly…you would have skipped the middle man - how much did she want?

rdog: $300

cody: for the dances and f*ck?

rdog: yep

cody: i thought it would have been $1,000…at least

rdog: nope. strippers are realistic

cody: did the b*tch offer you cocaine?

rdog: nope. i’m sure she’s spending all her money on it

cody: that had to be the craziest thing that’s ever happened to you in a titty joint, right?

rdog: besides blowing a bunch of money in one night, yeah

cody: yeah, i remember the $1,000 night - that was certainly a classic, though

rdog: a really fun time, but i felt awful the next day. and not in a hangover-type of way. more like in a “how stupid can you be?” kind of way. spending $1,000 without getting sex is just stupid. you could go to a tit joint, pick up a stripper and take her to a motel for a lot less than that. it’s just being a bad consumer.

cody: you talk to the stripper much? get to know her?

rdog: not really. she might have told me, but i didn’t care. i was just there to get some tits in my face

cody: mission accomplished? decent set?

rdog: small, but nice. she probably weighed 95 lbs tops

cody: good god…like getting a table dance from mary lou retton