Having been, in some small way, recently refreshed sensually, I found myself unconsiously assessing women as potential Exotic Dancers. However the plain facts are that a career choice in this field could never, even remotely, be construed as a job for life. Attendance at The World Bottle Smashing Contest today was a case in point. Although very nice, there was no one there that met the principal criteria of fitting that all important narrow age range. That aside from other essential attributes such as flexibility and something akin to a sense of rhythm.
So how does the club owner circumvent existing employment legislation vis-a-vis accusations of Ageism? Is it like trying to join The Masonic Order if you're not a man?
Exotic Dancers must be like pears from Tesco, only palatable for a short time.
3 comments:
Spot on with the Tesco pears!
Like the idea of the obese and arthritic ugly lap dancer - you might just have identified a gap in the market there!
BTW, how's the arse?
Bottom has joined up finally thanks, but this leaves a scar for life like a hot cross bun
Nice! Where you get this guestbook? I want the same script.. Awesome content. thankyou.
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