You’ll take my strippers when you pry them from my cold, dead…oh, right. Nevermind.
They just want to see if the guy really is dead.
You see, this is what happens when you run “Killer party” through an online translator.
It was about strippers at the temple, but the funerals got a mention.Taking my kindergarten kids to see strippers
I say that considering the utter inevitability of death, I should call for a predefunction memorial for JRDelirious to be held at the Spearmint Rhino at such a date as offerings arrive to cover twenty regular Lap Dances and 3 hours in the Champagne Room for the honoree and as many as three (ahem) Acolytes, that he may be able to know in life how much his friends and associates truly appreciated him.
And failing that, I’m tasking my brother and sister to blow as much of my estate as possible on a Taiwanese-style funeral shebang. Let the people back in the old hometown talk about my sendoff for years to come.
Possibly related: Sex dolls fulfil the needs of China’s lonely men. It’s a South China Morning Post story, and I think it’s safe for work.
If the nipple is in the butt, someone got the wrong surgeon.
I see someone has never had a body-to-body massage in Bangkok.
Guilty as charged.