Adopt A Stripper and Fuck I'm 30!

For mere dollars a day you too could adopt a stripper.  Strippers all across America are dancing in really bad shoes and highly flammable man-made fabrics--this must stop!  The Quincy Jones Stripper Foundation provides much needed styling assistance to strippers in need.  Better costumes mean better tips, and in turn that means a better life for these hard-working Americans trying to make a better life for themselves and their families.  In an instance right here in Washington, D.C., a stripper had acquired corns on her toes from dancing night after night in "pleather" heels.  With the help of my Foundation, her heels were replaced with a fresh pair of Christian Louboutins.  The stripper who shall remain nameless to protect her anonymity says, "These mother-fuckin' shoes is ovah bitch!  I ain't never got no tips like this before!"  

So please join me, and let's help out our fellow man.  Strippers are people too...

Back to our regularly scheduled blog...Anyways, it's officially my birthday!  There is no other way to bring in your 30th birthday other than surrounded by total strangers and strippers.  LIV on U street was the spot last night.  Hadi and I got life from watching these cunts "get it on the floor".  Pictured below is the legendary Oohzee.  You don't ever want that cunt.  I have seen her lay down a plastic runner in the middle of the club and do a make-shift slip and slide.  Who remembers Club HEAT over in S.E. on "the strip"?  Those were the days of WET and Edge.   Nowadays with all of this fucking gentrification, you try to find a seedy strip club in this city!  Prudes!

 

What in the "ill-fitting denim" is he doing?   

I don't believe her OB/GYN would approve of her humping a dirty club floor with next to nothing covering her "peach".

It's my B-Day Bitches!