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From: writerzblocked@aol.com (Writerzblocked)
Subject: {ASSM} "Election Night at the Tittie Bar" WZB
Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 19:10:03 -0400
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Copyright by Writerzblocked,   2003. All rights, well, you know. Repost and 
archive to your heart's content, just don't charge anyone for it or I'll have
to send Harry Long after you. You all know the rest of the drill by now. I'm 
not big on headers and/or labels, so anyone reposting may feel free to add 
whatever MF, MM, FF stuff they think is necessary.

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Election Night at the Tittie Bar


"Hi, my name is Mindy, would you like some company?"
"Hmm, actually, I was really engrossed in following the election.  Did you know
that the leader of the free world is going to be decided by 5% voters in
Florida?"
"OK, if you change your mind, let me know."

"Hi, are you ready for a table dance?"
"Maybe later. Right now, CNN is about to declare our next President based on
20,000 votes in one state."
"Oh, that's nice.  My name's Debbi, if you change your mind."

"Hello, I noticed you were sitting all alone here."
"That's because no one wants to sit and watch the election with me.  Do you
know that our governor is about to become President in the closest Presidential
race of my lifetime?"
"No, who's winning?"
"Last numbers had our governor winning by 20,000 votes."
"Oh, that's nice. If you change your mind, let me know."

"Would you like some company?"
"Uh, not right now, I've gotta use the bathroom."
"OK, wave me down when you're ready."
"Hmm, OK."

"Hey, Frank, look like you brought the whole zoo today."
"What ya' say, Bob? Yeah, that's a talking Tigger over there.  Hundred bucks at
the Disney Store."
"Heh, yeah.  Slow night, eh?"
"Everyone's at home watching the election."
"Oh, well, hope you make some money tonight. No one else is."

<creak>

"Hey, Bob, how's it going?"
"Not bad. Close election."
"Yeah, don't matter who wins.  All a bunch of screw-ups anyway."
"heh.  Slow night, eh?"
"Yeah, but at least I don't got to clean up much."
"You know me, I don't leave a mess."
"Use the one on the right."
"OooKaaay."
"No, really. Someone stopped up the other one while I was on break.  Fucking
kids got no respect for nothin'."

<creak>

"Damn, that music is too damn loud!"
"Did you see the tits on the one on the fucking middle stage? Geez, how the
hell does she fucking sleep at night?"
"Not on her stomach, that's for damn sure."
"I was thinkin'. If someone like that joins the fucking Army, how the fuck does
she do push-ups?"
"What the hell do you care?"
"I dunno. I was just thinkin'."
"Probably bounces."
<flush>
"She can fucking bounce on me anytime."
<flush>
"Damn straight!"
"What kind of fucking tittie bar is this?  Selling combs in the fucking
bathroom."
"It's a HIGH-CLASS tittie bar, Son."
"Didn't mean nothin'"
"No problem.  Ya'll have a nice night."
"Jesus Christ! They hand out towels too?"
"What a fucking world!"

<creak>

"Hi, Honey, it's me.  Did Tom call?  Cool.  I've had my phone turned off.  Just
stopped by the store to get some bread. I'll be home in an hour. <flush>  I
love you too."

<creak>

"Hey, Fred, what's up?"
"Not much, Mr. Shade."
"You know what's with Janine.  Sam and I were watching her at the bar playing
with her nipples."
"hehe, you noticed, huh?"
"Hard not to." 
"There's a story behind that.  You know she got 'em pierced a few months back.
Turned out the guy who did it got it wrong and something got hard that wasn't
supposed to and he told her she gotta play with 'em to keep 'em soft."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really.  So she started playing with 'em all the time and now she can't
stop. Half the time she don't even know she's doing it."
"It's just so damn funny to watch. Sam says he's going to pay her for a dance
but only if she can leave 'em alone for the whole song."
<flush>
"Sick bastard."
"Yeah."
"One of the door guys was joking the other day, saying he can just imagine her
going to her Momma's house for Thanksgiving and playing with 'em at the dinner
table without knowing. 'Hey, Daddy, can you please pass the white meat?'"
"Now THAT'S sick. Thanks, Fred."
"Thank YOU, Mr. Shade.  You have a nice night, now."
"Sure will."

<creak>

<flush>
"heh, that's pretty funny, about Janine."
"Yeah. All true too."
"Never heard that before, about piercing."
"You'd have to pay me a million bucks AND get me drunk before I'd let no needle
anywhere near me."
"You got THAT right.  Never noticed it before. But now I just know I'm gonna be
watching her all night instead of the election."
"Probably more fun."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Thanks, Bob.  You have a good night."
"Oh, you know me, Fred.  Bladder the size of a walnut.  You'll see me a few
more times, I'm sure."

<creak>

"Do you need some company?"
"Only if you want to watch the election with me."
"Uh, OK.  Who's winning?"
"George Bush, Jr.  He needs to win one more big state to be the next
President."
"Oh, that's right! I forgot the election was today!"
"Who do you want to win?"
"Oh, I dunno. Who's winning, again?"
"It's going to be really close.  Bush needs to win Florida and he's only ahead
by 20,000 votes."
"Who do you want to win?"
"I don't really care.  Neither one probably will do anything seriously wrong
enough to mess up the country if it's going good."
"Do you want a dance?"
"Uh, CNN is likely to announce our new President at any time."
"OK, if you change your mind, let me know."

"Write what you want, how you want, and don't worry about the rest of the
world.  If you do it long enough, eventually they'll catch up."

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