Ugh. That's all I have to say.
This weekend's earnings are as shitty as the overflowing septic tank at Starbucks. Seriously, any coffee shop should triple the Rid-X budget. One of my relatives is a devout customer and she said it like it was common knowledge: "Everyone poops at Starbucks."
A valid point. Coffee's nickname is "poop juice."
Back to exotic dancing. But why bother talking about this shitty night? I've written the same story so many times. No bread winners for me tonight. Someone had to be traumatizing. All the guys were broke losers.
Never work stupid bowl weekend where I'm at.