Strippers are people too
So last night at summer hockey scrimmage I got to play with a group of guys who where actually good. My team last winter league sucked balls. We got our asses handed to us by the guys I was playing with last night on a regular basis. I'm not the best player in the world, but I can skate and have some presence of mind. Shit I scored two goals last night. None-the-less, it was nice to skate with some guys who knew what was up.
About halfway through the game some girl shows up. Everyone starts giving Roast-Beef shit. I call him Roast-Beef because he's a huge fucker who can skate like a kid out in the rain. When he gets his 300 pounds moving, which is easy for him, you don't want to be in his way. Then this other dude O'neil starts saying he has some one dollar bills for her. All the other guys start saying she's a stripper at World Famous Big Al's. O'Neil says he's had her naked ass in his face on numerous occasions. So I ask the logical question of what her stripper name is. "Missy" he says.
So "Missy" sits down on the bench. I glance down at her, and even with her hockey gear on, you can tell she's a stripper, and if not, she's pretty slutty. She also had a real bitchy attitude, which I guess you would have towards males if you were a stripper. She wasn't particularly good at hockey, but she was enthusiastic about it.
Overall it was a fun hour and a half of hockey. I played pretty well, and I think I gained the respect of some of the better players in the league. Hopefully the schedule God's will put me on a decent team this summer. I can't handle playing with a bunch of hacks again.
Today the volume is turned down on everything else. I've got the overall afterglow feeling in my body after a full body workout from hockey, and I get my house today. The next four days are going to suck though. My father in law is coming down and we're going to roof and paint the outside of the house. At least it's not 90° outside.
About halfway through the game some girl shows up. Everyone starts giving Roast-Beef shit. I call him Roast-Beef because he's a huge fucker who can skate like a kid out in the rain. When he gets his 300 pounds moving, which is easy for him, you don't want to be in his way. Then this other dude O'neil starts saying he has some one dollar bills for her. All the other guys start saying she's a stripper at World Famous Big Al's. O'Neil says he's had her naked ass in his face on numerous occasions. So I ask the logical question of what her stripper name is. "Missy" he says.
So "Missy" sits down on the bench. I glance down at her, and even with her hockey gear on, you can tell she's a stripper, and if not, she's pretty slutty. She also had a real bitchy attitude, which I guess you would have towards males if you were a stripper. She wasn't particularly good at hockey, but she was enthusiastic about it.
Overall it was a fun hour and a half of hockey. I played pretty well, and I think I gained the respect of some of the better players in the league. Hopefully the schedule God's will put me on a decent team this summer. I can't handle playing with a bunch of hacks again.
Today the volume is turned down on everything else. I've got the overall afterglow feeling in my body after a full body workout from hockey, and I get my house today. The next four days are going to suck though. My father in law is coming down and we're going to roof and paint the outside of the house. At least it's not 90° outside.
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