not what I thought I would be doing today...

Had call to do a last minit gig ...a private affair, it was held at a closed pizza place.
I did some stand up, a stunt or two and a quick segment with a stripper (she dropped a bowling ball on me).
They did NOT appreciate my camera AT ALL...but at the end they were nice enough to give me enough pizza to kill a bear.

After we split the $150
The stripper ended up with her bottom laundry full of currency and I ended up with pizza...HAAAAAY!
It's ok, she made more money but I always get called back.

Later; the pizza posed for photos with me until it became so big it started eating the wall at Olive's pad.

I don't have ANYTHING against strippers in fact I work with them all the time; but I still told Olive (who defines the word "SUPER FINE") that a stripper is not some one who I would want to be with and I made her promise me never to be any kind of Pole-Technition.
She never said she would want to but she promised never to sell her body like that.
I gots to thinkin', if she wanted to make some money in that field without having to be objectified like a sexy shoe; she could teach housewives to strip for their husbands or for aerobic workouts.
I have a friend who does that, she is an amazing dancer who decided to make some real dough by going where the money is and the sexist goons aren't...suburban living rooms afternoons on weekdays.
She works with mamas and other dancers...thats a far cry from being in "The Jungle Baby"!
I work for goons sometimes..