i've had the pleasure (sarcasm) to hear a co-worker's story for about week now. he's a married man w/ kids & even goes to church. he's an apple pie american & served his country for 20 yrs. in the army.
on one occasion, right after a chat on prayer, he breaks the news of his business trip. the same news that i get to hear again- two/three/four days in a row. the story goes a little like this, co-worker: "i thank God for his provisions on the house he's provided & the new job location. my son just came back from iraq & it was good to see him. after dinner, my son asked if i was up for some pool & a beer. i was all over it & off we went. pool & a beer is code talk for: do you want to go to a strip/gentleman's club? me & my son couldn't believe that the joint made us pay a cover-charge, then they wanted $7 bucks a beer, plus having to tip the 'dancers'. we had some good father-son time & just let our hair down".
needless to say, i had some "discomfort" talking about strippers- especially when they guy talks about doing it w/ his son. especially right after we were giving thanks go God for his provisions. as soon as i got into work this morning, i got to hear the story again. only this time, i get to hear what his wife thought about his little venture. the only thing his wife asked that night was this, "did you get any STRIPPER DUST on you"?
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my reaction exactly, heebie-jeebie
while this disturbs me, i am equally disturbed that something as delightful as glitter gets called "stripper dust". i don't think it's fair to drag the good name of glitter through the mud like that.
diga- you did this to yourself- how do you know what "stripper dust" is? do you have a co-worker like i do?
didn't there used to be a Christian glitter rock group called "Stripper"?...maybe that's where diga learned about the term...
...i got your back man ;-)
Aw yes, quality Father/Son time . . . watching drug addicted self-loathing abuse victims remove their clothing for perfect strangers.
"Hey Dad, what do you want to do next?"
"I don't know, Son. How 'bout we go down by the river and beat up some bums?"
I wonder if these guys have ever considered the horror most of these girls go through that drive them to this profession in the first place? (I know, silly question. Of course they haven't.)
Sorry, I got real serious there for a second. Let's see, think up something funny quick to make up for it. I know.
My mother was a stripper!
No, that's not funny . . . darn it . . .
what else would stripper dust be?seriously, i possess decent deductive reasoning skills.
. . . and i went out with my dad last week. don't tell me those bums don't deserve it.
i don't know, diga- you tell me what else "stripper dust" could mean. seems like you know your stuff here. you also have the power of deduction to lean on.
i have heard cocaine referred to as stripper dust, but from context i was assuming glitter. if there's one thing we can say for strippers, they don't just get their cocaine all over random people.
Awww... that is just wrong. Also, denden-That was a VERY bad joke ;)
scary story and appropriate pic you chose to go along with it. only wouldv'e been better if the man was pluggin his ears and sayin "I'm not listening, I'm not listening" can you do that next time your co-worker stops by for story-time??
i'm thinkin' it's time to say something to him or plug my ears. you know the gig- i'm trying to give grace, be nice, have mercy, but i just want to kick him in the nards.
wolfman has nards?
-name that movie!
brint - the monster squad...
he does too
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