Imagine the delight on the stripper's face when you present her not with cash but with a coupon for her "services." I'm sure it would be one memorable lap dance. "Miss, I tore this out of the free LA Weekly so, please expose your breasts and sensually grind your pelvis into my crotch." I imagine that they have a special girl who only does coupon lap dances. You go up to some exotic and beautiful dancer (let's pretend she even has real breasts, why not) you present her with your coupon and she smiles. She says "hold on a sec", turns to one of the other dancers and asks "Saphire, can you go get Shirley, we've got a guy here with a coupon." You're puzzled as the stripper you wanted walks away. Moments later Shirley "The Coupon" Shaffon lumbers out of the back room. "Mmmm..." she says looking you over. "I'm gonna rrrock your world, stud." You are paralyzed with fear unable to speak or move. "I had me some onions for lunch, so excuse my breath, darlin."
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Funny! Shirley "the Coupon" Shaffon. Laughed out loud.
Signed,
The Purse Lover
(so I can love my purse and still appreciate good stripper humor.)
I retold this story to my husband last night in an attempt to illustrate how funny I find you. I even had a special voice for Shirley 'The Coupon' Shaffon. He laughed a lot and no longer finds your website a threat to our relationship.
In conclusion, I have found that your writing plus my inimitable dry Australian talking style equals unparalelled mirth.
I'm flattered. Good luck with your Comedic Domination of Australia. I'm also huge in Argentina. What does your husband do for a living? This information certainly throws a wrench in my plans to immediately leave my wife and and jet off to Australia for our sordid, inter-hemispherical rendezvous.
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