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Stripper Date

Dating a stripper is like eating a bag of chips in class. 

Everyone looks at you in disgust. But deep down they want some too.

Waitress in a Strip Club

Q: What is the difference between a waitress who works in a strip club and an actual stripper?

A: About two weeks.

THE MASTERCARD COMMERCIAL ALL MEN ARE WAITING FOR

  • Cover charge: $15.00
  • Round of drinks: $23.00
  • Table dance: $30.00
  • Another round of drinks: $23.00
  • Couch dance and tips: $50.00
  • A round of shots: $34.00
  • A Bottle of Dom and a Limo home: $125.00
  • Private dance in your hotel room: $300.00
  • Sending her on her way and never having to hear her complain: Priceless  

For everthing else.... There's MasterCard

Cross a Stripper and Model

Q: What do you get when you cross a stripper with a model?

A: A boner.

Three Gay Men

Three gay male strip club dancers are driving on the freeway when their car breaks down. They didn't have a cell phone and needed a way to get help.  Two of the men get undressed and put on raincoats from the trunk.  They stand at opposite ends of the car and start twerking and flapping their coats open and closed, exposing themselves to the passing traffic. A police car soon pulls up and talks to the driver. “What are those two idiots doing?” says the policeman . “Them?” replies the driver. “They’re my emergency flashers.”