all righty, a blogpost on my dear minnie's birthday. a simple affair, off to the beach and then she booked us a suite at movenpick. WHICH WE THEN... hired a stripper for her hahahahahaa. it was the most excruciating 30 minutes ever. seriously maybe the whole stripper thing isn't my sorta thing, you know, greasy dude, cheesy music, and the most awful gyrating moves. and how can i forget, random moments of "don't be shy! touch me!" no thanks, i actually felt sorry for min, the look on her face was classic. haha well be careful what you wish for :D (see, she begged us to get her a stripper for her birthday).
hahahaha when he shoved his hips towards her poor face all i could think of was... is there a smell?