You stupid tit(s)

We are down to the wire around here!  I have started packing boxes and the movers come on Tuesday- so if I go missing for a couple of days you know that I am tits deep in packing materials. Have no fear and HEY!!! Stop clapping your hands! I will be back. I won’t be Arnold, but I’ll be back.

Without further adieu and long run on sentences, may I present;

Things I am going to miss about this place:  The sarcastic chronicles Vol. 1:

First I feel as though I must disclaim that I do indeed work in a really nice building in a really nice part of town. There just happens to be a ‘gentleman’s club’ across the street, that I have to pass everyday when I am leaving work.  This club is not open in the daytime, so for the most part I don’t even really notice it.

Ok I did notice it when the school bus was parked out front for several months.  What are you doing? School trip? Group outings? Bus driver with a second job? Huh? But for the most part I don't pay much attention.

Until the summer:

The traffic slows, and several men can be seen leering out the windows of our office space . One of the men in my office even has a pair of binoculars for such times. It helps keeps the face prints off the windows .You see in the summer we are treated to quite a show ; the club operates a bikini car wash.  They get the ladies out in full force. Bikini clad, high heels, shades , ass and boobs. I won’t even go into the little rant I had planned here about exploitation of women and how I personally feel about strip clubs- let’s just suffice it to say I am not a fan, but  I get it that these girls need cash too.

                                                     This is no low end operation:

They have signs, real nice - not hand made coloured paper ones. They have  very nice shiny silhouette of a naked woman on them, that go down the strip for blocks advertising. As if these bad boys weren’t enough to get the guys in,  for what I can only imagine is a crappy boob smudged wash job;  they have started getting the ladies to stand on the street corner, sporting pom poms or hula hoops.

OK I get it, sex sells, you operate a strip club, you are working your advertizing assets. I would prefer NOT to see that much ass or boobs  on a daily basis , but I deal.  But I have to draw the line at the  trampoline.

I have to drive this piece of road (That is 4 lanes wide and very very busy at rush hour) every mother of a day to get back to the safety of my home. These fuckers break out the trampoline , stick pretty young boobies in thongs on there and all you can see for blocks is Boobs and Ass bouncing up and down. 

This  boobage puts my life in peril daily! Trucks slam on their brakes, traffic slows to a crawl, Cars make illegal lane changes, and drooling men can be seen for blocks. On more than one occasion I have nearly been sideswiped by some frothing male trying to get a better look. Then to top it all off, they line up down the block causing a freaking traffic jam! OVER BOOBS!

Stupid Tits!

Yeah I’m gonna miss THAT!

AA