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[BmillsSkier]

I got excited when I glanced and thought Timberridge bumped his thread.

Need to talk to someone about Bailey Zappe and he was our go-to source.

[AlpiNord]

Well.....while walking down Main St a looong time ago when fairly new to town, a 'clueless' lady acquaintance stopped me and asked if I wanted to strip for a bachelorette party. The bride to be was a friend and the participants were all friends/acquaintances, including my future wife. I declined, not sure if I should be flattered or offended and was wondering WTF was she thinking...or not?

[exsparky]

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My story ends with a German tourist being stabbed by a bouncer, which made the local tv news.

I forgot to tell the story with Winston and Felix that ended with zah Germans getting stabbed. That was a good one too.

[bennymac]

Tangential story:

I finished a mountain bike race and was in the group shower afterwards and see the guy next to me is bleeding profusely from his abdomen. I’m like holy shit dude what happened - bad wipeout?

He was like “no I got stabbed during the race”

He was naked so it’s kinda like a stripper story?

[m2711c]

I got excited when I glanced and thought Timberridge bumped his thread.

Need to talk to someone about Bailey Zappe and he was our go-to source.

you think it was his love of fast motorcycles, or fine italian motor cars that lead to his untimely demise?

[stealurface831]

you think it was his love of fast motorcycles, or fine italian motor cars that lead to his untimely demise?

i think frank from the op came back around and finished him off.

[whipski]

Brother in laws bachelor party in New Orleans. The Cabaret, 4 stages in different rooms/floors. He is drunk as F and crawls onto a stage. The party gets kicked out and moves on completely forgetting me. I wind up with two cute twin sisters and about to book a room when they come to retrieve me hours later.

[BmillsSkier]

you think it was his love of fast motorcycles, or fine italian motor cars that lead to his untimely demise?

Boy I hope not.

He did always say that if this place stopped being fun he'd see himself out - and I think that happened right about when the login issues/general usability issues here popped up earlier in the year.

Wherever he is, I hope Tedski is there as well.

Maybe even Jer too.

[timackie]

Denver Bronco's player was shot twice after a night at Shot Gun Willy's. I've never been, but it sounds like a regular occurrence.

https://www.cpr.org/2024/10/24/bronc...to-strip-club/

[toast2266]

Friend's bachelor party. Groom's boss was a pseudo high roller in town; owned a bar, and liked to conspicuously spend money. So the group started at the boss's bar where he was buying the table lots of high end shots and that sort of thing. A couple of mountain town 6's showed up and inserted themselves into the mix. Then one of those obnoxious stretched Escalades showed up and starting carting the whole ensemble around to various bars.

Once the group was sufficiently loose, the Escalade took us to the strip joint. Things began to devolve. One member of the group refused to enter because stripping is degrading to women. He found a corner of the parking lot where he could call his girlfriend and complain. While acknowledging the basic correctness of his morals, the rest of the group went inside to look at titties. The two girls that latched on earlier accompanied us.

A collection was taken for the strippers to do their thing with the groom. $300 or so was enough for a gaggle of the establishment's top talent to conduct a topless assault on the groom. They dragged him up on stage, spanked him a bit, etc. This being a mountain town, the top talent at this institution was mid-grade at best, but everyone was having a good time. The groom was a good sport about being slapped around on stage, and our group had lined up in some comfy chairs off to one side to spectate. There weren't many other patrons, so we more or less had the run of the place.

At some point, the strippers tie the groom to a chair, take his shirt off, and start drawing on him with markers. Hearts, penises, etc. are drawn on his chest and neck. They untie him, put him on the ground, and start riding him like a horse. The groom is over it, so he becomes a more aggressive horse, ultimately bucking one of the strippers off his back. The bouncers see that this is devolving and interject themselves into the situation. The groom, sensing trouble and seeing a safe landing, decides to stage dive into our crowd of bachelor partiers, which results in a pile of bodies and chairs scattering around the establishment.

This, unsurprisingly, gets us booted out. We exit to the parking lot and re-acquire our morally righteous friend who had been talking to his girlfriend for the last couple hours. He points out that one of the drunk girls that had latched onto us earlier in the night has snuck into the stretch Escalade and was trying to do donuts in the parking lot. The chauffeur was just realizing that he'd left his vehicle unattended with the keys in it, and was fairly fucking pissed. In the meantime, the groom has realized that he lost his wallet, presumably in the stage diving incident. So the group splits: team A tries to talk themselves back into the club to search for the wallet. Team B tries to get the drunk girl out of the Escalade.

The specifics are a bit hazy, but both teams succeeded. The wallet was recovered. The drunk girl was removed from the driver's seat. The chauffeur apparently did not harbor ill will against them, and allowed them to accompany us on the drive back to our starting point. While we had all assumed the girls were escorts hired by the groom's boss, it turns out they were just random girls who correctly perceived that they could probably get some free drinks and a good time out of us. One member of our group saw this as an opening and began making more assertive advances on the better looking of the two girls. This advance was thwarted when we arrived at the girl's car, which also appeared to be her primary living accommodation. A bunch of us were crashing at the groom's house, so we got to watch him get smacked around for a second time that night when he tried to crawl into bed with his bride to be while still covered in drawings of penises and hearts. Apparently the marker rubbed off on their new pillow cases. He joined us on the couches.

[pepperdawg]

^ A good read!

[BmillsSkier]

Very good read.

Although this entire thread just makes me think of that super epic stripper hut trip [insert Mag's name here] documented here.

That was all time.

[m2711c]

[pfluffenmeister]

I got excited when I glanced and thought Timberridge bumped his thread.

Need to talk to someone about Bailey Zappe and he was our go-to source.

Looks like the infamous Stripper-bot bump.

[gabrielletsnyder]

One night, my buddy and I ended up at this club in Hongdae, just looking to unwind. We weren’t regulars or anything—just two guys out to blow off steam.

[JimmyCarter]

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And you ended up blowing each other instead?

[Name Redacted]

We won a medal at the Great American Beer Fest one time years ago. We wore it around town partying afterwards. Ended up at La Boheme strip club. The stripper asked to wear it around her neck for a while. I obliged.

[giuliettapaul]

Man, that story brings back some memories! I’ve had my share of wild nights too, but honestly, these days I’m more into spots where things are a bit more chill. There’s this place called ????? I checked out once, and it was a whole different vibe—private rooms, good company, and none of that crazy drama like jumping out of windows or dodging "Frank." It’s more about just having a good time without worrying about things going sideways.

[MagnificentUnicorn]

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I finished a mountain bike race and was in the group shower afterwards and see the guy next to me is bleeding profusely from his abdomen. I’m like holy shit dude what happened - bad wipeout?

He was like “no I got stabbed during the race”

He was naked so it’s kinda like a stripper story?

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[TBS]

Like some of you on this thread, I’ve never been in a strip club. Just never saw the point. That’s despite living most of my life in Portland which has the most strip clubs per capita in USA.

But I do have a stripper story

I used to go regularly to a music venue in PDX called Dante’s with a couple of friends. There was a strip club next door and a few of the dancers would come over (adjoining door) after their shifts or on breaks.

Seeing them regularly over time, we ended up dancing with them and hanging out. They were lesbians, and were there to dance for their own enjoyment. They seemed to like that we treated them like humans not a piece of meat.

One had a stage name of Angel. She was a student at Portland State with an accounting major. We’d have discussions about such sexy topics as the Equity method of consolidation and the Black-Scholes method of valuing stock options. (I was a corporate finance exec). It was obvious that she was damn smart.

After a year or so the band lineups changed at Dante’s and we quit going.

A few years later I ran into her at a continuing education seminar on some arcane accounting topic. She by then was working as a drone for one of the Big Four firms. She kinda freaked out when she saw me but relaxed when I pulled her aside and told her that I wasn’t going to ever say anything to anybody about her prior work experience.

Several years after that she turned up as the Manager for a consulting client’s annual audit engagement. Did a great job too. Later read that she made partner.

[Core Shot]

^^^ a stripper story with a happy ending
Nice.

Only been a few times for bachelor parties. As others have said I felt bad. Yeah they make money. But it’s so weird.

Do they have clubs anymore now that the horny pervs Can use only fans?

[LegoSkier]

Never been to a strip club but for years our bar at Burning Man had a pole. From what we were told a pretty good, solid one too compared to most of the janky pieces of shit out there. Combine that with free alcohol and a good DJ and we often got quite a show. I can remember at least a half dozen times a pro showed up and just did her thing for over an hour purely for the fun of it. Of course the flip side of this is some drunk smelly wook would rub his junk all over the pole then as the bar tender I'd have to bust out the Clorox wipes to disinfect the thing.
Oh, and one of the hottest things I have ever seen is a silk aerialist strip. She was super hot and went up the 20ft silk in yoga attire and came down 5 minutes later completely naked.

[plugboots]

Are stories from Wet T-Shirt contests at a local bar allowed?

[riser4]

Are stories from Wet T-Shirt contests at a local bar allowed?

Here comes the ice pick in the forehead.

[Name Redacted]

Like some of you on this thread, I’ve never been in a strip club. Just never saw the point. That’s despite living most of my life in Portland which has the most strip clubs per capita in USA.

But I do have a stripper story

I used to go regularly to a music venue in PDX called Dante’s with a couple of friends. There was a strip club next door and a few of the dancers would come over (adjoining door) after their shifts or on breaks.

Seeing them regularly over time, we ended up dancing with them and hanging out. They were lesbians, and were there to dance for their own enjoyment. They seemed to like that we treated them like humans not a piece of meat.

One had a stage name of Angel. She was a student at Portland State with an accounting major. We’d have discussions about such sexy topics as the Equity method of consolidation and the Black-Scholes method of valuing stock options. (I was a corporate finance exec). It was obvious that she was damn smart.

After a year or so the band lineups changed at Dante’s and we quit going.

A few years later I ran into her at a continuing education seminar on some arcane accounting topic. She by then was working as a drone for one of the Big Four firms. She kinda freaked out when she saw me but relaxed when I pulled her aside and told her that I wasn’t going to ever say anything to anybody about her prior work experience.

Several years after that she turned up as the Manager for a consulting client’s annual audit engagement. Did a great job too. Later read that she made partner.

I went into a burrito shop in PDX after skating at Burnside with some friends who were locals. I went into the bathroom to wash up because burnside is fucking disgusting. I turn the corner and see full nude chick dancing for like two old dudes. Totally caught me off guard. Came back out to eat my burrito and my buddies were laughing their asses off at the look on my face.