Occasionally my friends take pity on me and let me visit them, as was the case when I went to LA for Thanksgiving. My friends there are dudes, and it wasn’t long before they decided to take a holiday trip to the classiest strip joint in town, Snooky’s. Since this was before I was ever dragged into a strip club and forced by Muns to take titty shots, I considered myself way too classy (ha!) to participate and instead stayed at the house while my friends ventured out to see some titties.
Bored and alone, I decided to entertain myself the best way I knew how – by posing for a picture with the life-size Pac and Snoop poster on the wall, duh. I set the timer on my camera but couldn’t find a location at the proper height to make the picture happen. Naturally, I stacked a chair on the bed and set the camera on top of it, but it was still not high enough. I added a space heater on top of the chair on top of the bed, and set the camera on top of that. Finally, success! I hit the button, ran to the poster, struck my best gangster pose, and…
…Spotted my friends peeking in the bedroom window. Apparently strip clubs aren’t open on holidays (imagine that!) so they returned, curious to spy what I was up to. Of course they asked me what the fuck I was doing, so I invented a story about a bug on the ceiling and me trying to get high enough to swat it. Yeah. I don't think they bought it.
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