Help! We're trapped in the computer, and the computer is trapped in 2008! Someone call the time police!
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Here's the story: I went to a strip club for the first time in Myrtle Beach. There was a stripper sitting by herself so I went up and introduced myself and asked if she got on stage (in case she was a waitress or something). She said yes, and I asked when. She said she'd get in line. I sat at the stage for her, ready to give her all of the one's in my wallet. She was easily the prettiest one there, and really young. She didn't look like a stripper, she looked natural and like a normal person. I really really liked her, but then I have to remember her job is to make guys feel like she likes them. After I turned her down for a private dance the first time, she wasn't as friendly to me. When I decided that I was going to pay for the vip room, my friends wouldn't let me do it.
