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Originally Posted by Zingston
Big Bertha's was called the Jungle Club at one time. I remember walking in there at 4pm after work. And not leaving until 6am the next morning. Had to be at work at 7am.   The next day was one of the roughest days I ever had. I gave up drinking for years after that night. Told myself, never again. I had a great time with the strippers. But the alcohol was another story. Walked in and it was sunny. Walked out and it was sunny, but the next day. That's a weird feeling. |
Sun to sun... unfortunately I've been there. Very weird indeed.
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Dude you worked hard!! You must have lots of friction burns on your groin up and down sliding that pole from sunset to sunrise!
I Bet you have vise grip strong thighs!
Jar would enjoy being orgasmically asphyxiated in between your bull frog thighs!