Haha, I can't say I blame you! Blood pressure plummeting during cleanses sucks balls.
Did you ever end up eating that pound of cake?
Selling corporate rebel gear to teenie boppers who think Good Charolette invented punk rock is far more sleezy than getting naked and shaking it. I'd feel like a skeeze. Plus I'd probably slaughter 20 people by the end of my first shift. Nothankyou.
I know there's tons of skeeze in stripping too, don't get me wrong, but I can't work normal jobs. They're destroying my faith in humanity and stifling my creativity, much less they don't pay anything that resembles what I'd need to start my career of choice. So comparitively, as long as I find a damn good club, stripping seems like the better alternative.
I don't wanna do a fast, I wanna do a major colon-blow and I've heard nothing but good stuff about this master cleanser thingy. So I think it's worth a shot.
Hell yes they are. But if that's wrong, I don't wanna be right. C'mon man, just think about Pocky.
Comic stores won't hire me because I look like a comic book character. Besides, $6.25 an hour ain't shit. I can't even afford to insure my car as is. Plus the boring 9-5 would have me back in the rut I'm in now, and I'd never be able to afford an apprenticeship. New York's fucking expensive, but it takes money to get out of here. Go figure.
No doubt. I'm looking in to a club now that has a STRICT no contact policy. I'll make less money there, but I won't have to get grabbed or anything. Besides, any guy gets uppity with me and I'll punch him in the throat. I don't take shit. And if he wants to start a fight, I'm a blackbelt so I'd like to watch him get taken down by a girl in stripper heels. I'm planning on casing the joint soon, talking to some of the dancers and seeing what goes on there. But I've heard nothing but good stuff from other dancers who've worked there. Trust me, I'm doing my homework.
Hell yes they do! I'll pack on the pounds if I'm unsupervised in an asian grocery on payday.