Double standards have got to go.
Saturday night, I went to the peelers. Yes, despite the rumours Joel’s been spreading, Dane likes naked ladies. He likes them a lot. Yeah naked ladies!
I wasn’t the only one taking part in the spectacle. Two bachelorette parties were also there. Yep, two groups of women were watching other women getting naked on stage.
I thought about this for a while. The gears were grinding and the hamster was racing around in the little wheel. Then it hit me, right in the gut. I had to chug a beer to recover from the blow.
What a brilliant idea!
Why doesn’t it quite work for guys? I think this double standard should change.
Before I get married and know I’m going to be with the same woman everyday for the rest of my life, I want something different. So I’m going to watch some guy rip off his clothes. After the big wedding, I’ll probably never have another chance at sleeping with another person, let alone have a homosexual experience.
The bachelor party is going to be my last chance. I want it to be memorable.
Come on guys, who’s with me? Why go see some hot stripper take off her clothes. You’re going to be sleeping with one for the rest of your life. Go see some naked guys. I know Jermey’s in.
I also think Joel should maybe try some experimenting during his last year of college. I missed out Joel. I’m going to have to vicariously live through you. Don't dissappoint.
Speaking of Joel, 612 boxes later, he’s mastered the worm. Keep sending your cardboard to Rolf's, soon Joel will be busting out the moonwalk or possibly the robot. Domo arigoto Mr. Roboto.
