To the right, there’s a sunken room with a black circular leather couch around a pole. Huh? “What’s the pole for?” I ask. “Strippers,” he says casually as he takes a sip of the drink he’s just poured. I stare at him as my brain misfires, what do you even say to that? “You have strippers to your house?” I gasp. “Of course I do. I certainly don’t want to go to their houses,” he replies casually as he passes me a heavy crystal glass. What the… I’m shocked, shocked to my core. He has a fucking stripper pole in his bar room.
😂😂😂😂 I am absolutely cracked
