There these old friends who are straight out of movies and imaginations or movies and imaginations are made about these old friends. And…well…this particular dear old friend has a stripper pole in his living room. It’s in the bay window of his house that is in the cul-de-sac of the suburban bible belt town you never grew up in but that we did. And the thing about this dear old friend that we all have but not really, just us, is that he has no girlfriend nor any roommate. And I just find this so oddly strange and wonderful. Thanks dear old friend for the familiar and feelings of home that I often forget.
Wait – isn’t this Denis’ room?
Whoah! Whoah! I did not think you were going to keep posting. I am so happy you are. This is incredible. Especially after an evening of Devo, Haley, Mike and I trying to make our asses clap. A suburban-stripper-pole would have made ALL the differences in our efforts.