In a Life Network documentary about strippers.
Whoa.
She’s got new titties and a new attitude.
Go, girl!
Is this the one who used to send you homemade porn?
I think I saw this show awhile ago… did some of the show take place in one of the strip bars in Victoria?
Jeez, Guin, you’ve got a good memory.
Nah, this girl’s twenty years younger. I wish she’d send me nekkid pics. (She dumped me hard, as it happens…)
wombat, I’m not sure-- I only saw the last half of it. Definitely B.C., though.
Funny thing is, I’m working on a book right now in which one of the characters is incidentally a dancer in a Vancouver strip club. Having a hard time with the parts that depend on that whole scene because it’s failrly outside of my experience. Maybe I should give her a call? Would that be awkward? Hell, yeah. Easier than approaching strangers and trying to reassure them that it’s not a cheesy come-on, though…
Ahem…
Band name!
Personally, I’m sick of fake titties. I mean, they’re so…fake…and all the same and rather boring. Normal titties are better.
But you’re still sort of cool. I mean, you dated a celebrity. You can do one of those “I knew them when…” things.
Outrageous!
L
:: performs cursory self-examination ::
Nope, still a dork. Damn it! 
I’m on the same page with the boob implants. (And tend to gravitate toward women with “boyish” figures, anyway.)
I don’t have experience with an ex becoming a stripper and seeing her on tv (what with being straight and all, minor impediment) but this reminded me of a friend of mine…
She started stripping, and asked me to come see her when she was “touring” in my town. Nothing quite like seeing a friend you’re used to fully clothed with everything out in front of the world to see… especially when she asks you to sit in gyne row for “support” and then does a special “show” involving touching herself, just for you. Ah innocence, I miss you 
Strippers, god love em. Having listened to her stories, I’m convinced these women earn every penny of there money.
<curses the smirnoff> “their”, I meant.
/hijack - Can men actually tell the difference between real and fake?
You bet we can. The question is: Do we mind?
Answer: Sone of us.
I meant some. Some us us can.
Continuing with the hijack, what’s the difference? I’ve always been curious. I’m still regretting that one time in a bar when this really drunk chick was bragging that she just had her tits done and was offering feels… I just wanted to “know” what it felt like… I can’t imagine fake breasts… to weird.
some of us do. Damn it, I can’t post something correctly, now can I. I blame the whisky.
Ah. Well, fake ones moves strangely, and feel wierd. That’s about all that there is to it.
yeah fake tits aren’t that cool
I’d rather see some normal ones that are average. They don’t have to be perfectly shaped, and in most cases I think that they look unnatural
FWIW, I’ve felt some very nice implants - ones you’d be hard pressed to know weren’t real. Especially the ones where they go under the muscle.
On the other hand, some of them are rock hard and lumpy, with like a four inch gap of breast bone in between. Depends on the doctor and price, I suppose.
It’s funny how even casual acquaintences are so proud of their new titties they’ll often show 'em off, or even let you feel them. One time a bartender I hardly knew asked to me take before and after pics.