One time in Vegas I was at Treasures and got a lap dance from a stripper named Tyson. We had a special bond. She admitted to me her real name was Donita which she said is spanish for donut, and she said she had a brother or sister, can't remember which, who died in the Oklahoma City bombings. It was very emotional. We made out and I Karak'd her while getting the dance for no extra charge. She even said afterwards when I paid for the dance, "I should be paying you." I got her number, she said call me the next day, we'll hang out. I called her the next day and she said she had a good time, but that she drank way too much the night before and was feeling like crap. Could have been lying obv, but she did sound like it. Anyway I never did see her again, and my dream of banging a stripper has still yet to be fulfilled.
Not really a bad beat, just felt like reminiscing about some happier times