Is she a stripper or a pathological liar?

I wonder -- on some other forum, is there a stripper asking whether
this guy she met is a wealthy entrepeneur or a pathological liar?

I confess I thought of opening a new A2K identity from my husband's computer named CutiePieStripperGirl and asking a similar question. I just didn't have the time to get around to it. Maybe next time.

Next time?
This is Kicky we're talking about.

Does she have that brass pole smell? That's the real question.

Win.

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So when did you make the brunch date for, 2010?

Details, please, especially how many of her clothes did she keep on?

Actually, I know I said brunch, but when we spoke on the phone it was lunch that we agreed on. I don't know what the difference is, but it's a lunch date, actually. What's that, somewhere in the 2:00-3:00 range? And it's Sunday. So while my entire born-again Christian family is somewhere far away praising Jesus and being all godly, I'll be trying to get in the pants of a stripper. I love that.

Oh, and I see there is a little confusion about one of the things I told you all. The thing about her giving benadryl to her kids was a joke. I mean, she did say that, but it was clear that it was a joke to me. I told her she could always just chain them to a stump in the backyard instead. She laughed. I guess we do have a similar sense of humor!

Well - she may be one of those people who doesn't like to bring their work home. Poor, poor Kicky.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehe . . .

very cute, Miss Mi . . .

A stripper? Good for you. So she deep down hates the men that go into the club, has daddy issues, and is insecure. Translation: don't talk much about her stripping, turn up the make fun of meter, and you should be getting laid on Sunday afternoon. Get her drunk too. Round of patron shots with your club sandwiches.

if a misogynist met an ecdysiast then would that be a mirage made in heavin

Thank god you showed up, Slappy. I was waiting for someone with your expertise to help me out with some good common-sense advice.

I've been playing our party conversation over in my head to try to get some insight into what she responds to, conversation-wise. She responded well to making fun of other unsuspecting party guests, and she also seemed to enjoy our "what drugs have you tried?" conversation. She's not a real talker though, so I'm going to have to keep the conversation flowing I think. Or maybe if it gets quiet and awkward I'll just say, "hey, what do you think about this?" and then I'll pull out my johnson and slap it down on the table. Good plan?

Sure! Just remember to put a condom on it. The girl has a bad habit of getting pregnant.

Just make sure you have a way to recover from her pointing and laughing.

And be careful not to plop it down on her plate. She might think it's just part of lunch and stick a fork in it.

a little vienna sausage! ohwee

Never mind, everybody. Kicky only listens to Slappy.

You are a very naughty and mean Mi, Miss Mi.

I listen to everybody! This just happens to be an area of expertise for Slappy, so I value his insights.