Tales from the Strip...
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Went to this place called the King's Inn outside New Bedford.
Got super drunk and remember being like "wow even though I'm shithoused these girls still look huge".After like my sixth tequila this stripper comes up and I swear it was like all the other girls were like mini versions of her that fell out of her thighs to fetch her tips and whatnot. So she comes up to me and as her mass eclipses the spotlight I mutter to my friend something like why didn't we pick a better place etc.
So it turns out her boyfriend was sitting a ways back and didn't appreciate how I DIDNT act all enthusiastic when she cut off my leg circulation giving me a lap dance. We get into an argument and then he punches me. So we're standing there for like 10 seconds after he punches me and I can tell he hurt his hand on my skull, and I'm like whats your problem. He says "I... I really don't know man." He buys me a beer but I leave and for some reason as I'm leaving I see a line of squad waiting in the parking lot like they "hat the place surrounded" but they weren't going in. It was wierd.