The Nitty Gritty

This is about where the night began to take off. By taking off, I of course mean people began to hit their limits. There were more nudie bars to see and more drinks to drink. It was relayed by everyone involved that the limo driver should just drive us around and bring us places that didn't have cover charges. We eventually arrived at another bar, it was of the nudie variety. Also, did you know that you could smoke cigarettes in these types of bars, it's true fresh cancer air. I had missed it and celebrated by smoking one of Warren's expensive European cigarettes which I still couldn't smoke and coughed alot. Strippers are unimpressed by men coughing up their lungs in front of them.
At this point the Dirty Jesus and I were scoping the crowd, which was crowded. Actually there were alot of guys there that night, lots of people bumping into me. It bothered me then, but now that I think about it I wonder how many excited dudes wieners I was in the vicinity of or really might have rubbed up on me. Damn, that never occurred to me that's terrible, I would assume it happened at least once, right? Maybe? Awful. Although I would say that at least 4X as many breasts were rubbed on myself, does that even out, probably not. Never again, I'm only going for lunches from now on.
Anyway, so the Dirty Jesus and I were standing there probably having wieners rubbed on our backs. When we noticed a certain young lady that seemed to register to both of us. We weren't sure from where, but we looked at each other and said basically," dude, that girls hot, she reminds me of someone, where do we know her." We didn't know her, we had seen her at a bar that we went to weeks ago with warren. Warren had known a bouncer, his name was Dumptruck, which I thought and is hilarious. Dumptruck that night had pointed out this lady to the dirty jesus, warren, and myself, and how the dirty jesus and I should totally talk to her because she was a stripper, drunk, promiscuous, and hot. I thought those qualities always went hand in hand, but maybe not. Moral of the story, the dirty jesus and I didn't talk to her, even though warren bet us too. It must have been fate, no not fate (fate doesn't care about things so menial) lets say chance that there she was, all naked and stuff. A real person with real feelings who wasn't kept in a closet and brought out occasionally to dance sexy like. So the dirty jesus and I gave her dollars to dance for the best man, and then later the dirty jesus may or may not have made out with her. That's all conjecture, but could have happened, he was pretty drunk and can be quite charming. Warren doesn't believe he did, and I don't really care, but it's funny?
Things decomposed a bit more and we rolled on. I have to do some work, maybe i'll finish this up tonight, because poulty days happened and i need to write on that.