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Crazy night

... probably wanna get high. He was actually the one who got me smoking pot when I turned 16. I got home from school and he said if I finished my homework before 5, he'd roll me a joint for my birthday. So we headed back to my place. On the way there, the conversation turned to my dad askin me what made me wanna apply to strip a gay club in the first place? "Well for one it pays better," I also told him about how it's even harder to find places that cater to mostly women, and how I'd heard when you put up ads on craigslist you never know what you're walkin into. Dad told me about how when he was in college he'd had a buddy that stripped for side cash and he'd had some crazy stories about bein invited over to old mens' houses to snort coke and was always offered a couple hundred go home with em. He asked me if that's what happens in the back room at my club. I told him, "Nah dad I ain't no ho," and we both cracked up. "What's the most you've been asked to do though?" he said, soundin kinda fatherly. I didn't really wanna get into detail though since he's my dad so I said, "Not much, I just tell em I got a girlfriend and that seems to keep em from pushin the issue." "Well it seems like you've gotten pretty cool with a havin a dude rub his cock on your face!" "You too old man! I saw you spank that hairless jock tonight. I don't even know how much I'm gonna have to drink to get that image out of my mind!" We got back to my place and d***kenly kicked our shoes off. I told my dad to ...

... put on Terminator 2 from the DVD shelf while I rolled us a couple joints. I pulled out the weed from my stash box which I forgot was right next to my porn, thankfully the straight porn. Of course my dad noticed and slapped me on the back saying he keeps em together too. "Because you always get horny when you're high? I remember," we laughed for a few seconds. He'd mentioned that when we smoked my first joint on my 16th birthday. "Me too, old man, me too." "Well it looks like we're in for the night, so I'll keep my libido to myself. Where do you keep the rum, punk?" "It's in the cabinet above the sink." He got up and to fumble around in the kitchen while I finished rolling the first j. "Alright, now where's the shot glasses?" "On top of the fridge," I called back. By the time his d***k ass got back with the booze, I'd already rolled up the weed. We sparked up around the same time as the biker bar scene. I decided to roll the second one while we smoked the first one. So we're laughin at all the parts we used to when I was a k**, "pal"in around like old times, except this time he's not the only one d***k and high. I started wonderin how hard he'd partied before I came around. Mom had once said in reference to my dad's drinkin and smokin that he was a lot worse before I was born. "Dad? I know you've always been a wild man." "Hell yeah." "What's some of the stuff you used to do before I was born?" "Well," he started and paused with the red eye in full effect, "I drank more. I didn't ...