Schlong Weekend!

Friday night, me and my boys hit the local strip joint. This was a cheap-ass place, equivalent to what we have in Cubao back in the metro. I was just watching the dance routines and drinking pale pilsen to fit the mid-forties to late-fifties crowd.

They got a huge ass stage with even bigger ass bitches dancing all over it. This is what we get for having a limited night-out budget. But when Katy Perry's Teenage Dream started to fill the air waves, out comes a dancer, eighteen-ish, with porcelain white skin, kita-pusod-spaghetti-strapped top, and an unbuttoned pek-pek shorts! The second and third song titles turned to oblivion as her top and shorts were dismissed respectively.

After the tease, I can't help but notice that 3 of my 4 friends are looking at their wallets. I avoided to state the obvious. Nonetheless, the night ended with all of us agreeing not ever to talk about this particular event. But of course, we all lied.