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Summer makes me want to--no, make that NEED to drink beer in the afternoon. Sure, it's not officially summer yet, the sun hasn't quite reached the equator on its yearly journey, but it's hot as fuck, which gives me the urge to consume excessive amounts of alcohol to thin my blood. Consequently, the cold temperatures of winter also make me want to consume alcohol for the purpose of adapting to the elements. Somehow it works both ways, which is why beer truly is a magical beverage.

I've been kinda depressed lately, but what the hell kinda discussion topic is that. psssshhhh....

Anyways, I went to a strip club with some byddies a few nights ago. The whole time I was sitting there staring at boobs and cunts (not really, I'm the type of guy who looks people in their eyes, but I say I was staring at boobs and cunts for the purpose of exemplifying how sleazy the situation was, and I can say this without lying, because, well, I was looking at boobs and cunts quite often, but not as often as eyes.) I couldn't help but wonder who was being degraded more: me or the strippers? They were getting paid to give me fuck-me faces and was paying for them. Rather, somebody else was paying for them. More on that later, the point is, I'm not a strip club kinda guy, and the whole situation just feels fake to me.

I went there with a friend and his friend I had just met. This guy I just met gave us all a stack of one-dollar bills with the instructions that we must spend all of them on the girls. They all seemed to roll their eyes when I set them on the stage. I discovered that I much prefered to simply walk up, put the money down, and return to my seat in the back of the room rather than sit at the front of the stage and expect to get a hot wink and a twirl from this girl who doesn't even know me.

This friend of a friend made a lot of money on the side driving around escorts. He even proudly admitted to occasionally paying them for sex. I didn't get it, why would anybody want to cheapen sex like that, doesn't it defeat the purpose? All in all this friend of a friend was a real likable guy, just not the type of guy I would like.