... Okay, so I told the story about bringing $2 bills to tip strippers before ... but the song I fell in love with a stripper just made me recall a time I met a stripper I did fall in love with. She was done up straight out of Sin City, super dark eyeshadow, dark lipstick on full lips, and dyed dark hair. She was perfect. Well, except for her fucked up tit job (think wall-eye). Anyway, to top it all off, she had her Master's degree in childhood development, and told me all about not wanting to be the "30-year-old stripper". Now, all that said, ladies: why not let your man go check out the naked chicks? They aren't going to have sex with them, so what's the problem?