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Originally Posted by Captain Morgan
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We were invited to a strip joint by a soccer van driving tatood stripper in an adidas jumpsuit (real cute girl). Anyway we searched for a while, never found the place, so on the way back we decided to stop at the same hotel and we looked for and found the neigborhood gentlemans club we looked for a week earlier. After dropping a small sum of money on the stripper soccer mom (really she was very cute) she told my buddy that he should write down his number and give it to her so she could call him.
So we leave when the club closes and by the time we get back to the hotel she had called and he called her back, gave her directions to the hotel so she could get a ride on his "bike". Then she never showed. Then while we were walking to the convenience store across the street, on the way back there was some guy trying to push off the harley (with the head locked and a disk lock). Anyway we chased the guy to his pickup around the corner and someone who looked like the stripper drove away with the guy. So instead of leaving the bikes outside we put them in the room.