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Posted in Jones' wisdom with tags , , , , , , , on August 9, 2017 by tiltdiary

The official term “ass burgers” will be sooner than later added to the dictionary since this category of species seems to be coming to a rise by the minute. Ass burgers is a socially inept person who firmly believes due to his ineptness, inability to feel compassion for others, and his nature of rudeness he earns privileges and is better than others. This type of species is extremely self-centered, egotistical, arrogant, and not capable of communicating, because he is always right no matter what. Deeply insecure, yet, he has learned to adapt to human species, like we have seen in alien movies, and is very capable of pretending and acting like someone he thinks you would like him to be. But this is not his true nature. He’s a selfish ass with the tendency to talk bullshit like burgers falling out of his ass … Really and assh… in disguise.

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Posted in Customers with tags , , , , , , , on September 21, 2013 by tiltdiary

He is unusually tall and that catches my attention right away when I step out of the dressing room. After I introduce myself, Nick tells me that he is 6’5″,and that he is a relationship expert. He shows me on his phone the latest book he wrote (a relationship guide for women) and a clip of a TV show he appeared on. Obviously, he thinks this will impress me. He is savvy with words and keeps calling me “Princess,” and I can tell he feels he is the hot shit. He thinks he knows it all and is better and more desirable than any other person. I can tell he thinks I am very attracted to him, and he acts as if I couldn’t contain myself around him. Then, after he frantically turns around to make sure no one is listening in on our conversation, he confesses thinking that this will get me even hotter for him, “Princess, I was invited to the sex club around the corner, and it’s just still a little bit too early so that’s why I stopped by here.” I say, “Oh, do you like sex clubs?” Him very proud, cocky, and liberated, “Well, I like to watch my girlfriend getting fucked by other men, that’s why I go to sex clubs.” I nod my head and ask, “Oh, so you’re meeting your girlfriend at the sex club then?” He admits without even thinking how controversial he comes across, “I don’t have a girlfriend, but I really get turned on watching my girlfriend get fucked, and then, maybe later I want to fuck her too. Don’t you think it’s empowering for a woman to have a boyfriend like me, Princess? She can fuck whoever she wants while I am the loyal boyfriend.” I spare him my opinion, and frankly I have heard enough. During the whole conversation I was close to vomiting, not because of the content of our conversation (I have become very tough during my four years of working as a stripper, and I have heard all sorts of stories), but because Mr. Expert smells horrible. He has horribly bad breath (very foul penetrating my delicate Croatian blood hound nose), and his body odor is almost unbearable. He probably hasn’t taken a shower in a few days, but he is now trying to get laid either in the sex club, or even better, in his fantasy, he thinks he can take me as his girlfriend to the sex club and do what gets him off easiest.

I leave him to go on stage, and he doesn’t tip me a penny, although he bragged earlier about how successful and rich he is, and how easy he makes money. When I get back on the floor I just sense I need to go back and talk to Mr. StinkyExpert to get at least a story out of him. He voluntarily sets it up rambling on, “My Ex girlfriend was a stripper too. I know how it works, but I am not a customer.” I say, “Yes, you are a customer, you are in here.” Him, “I am not even watching.” Ugh, I love when guys say that. I say, “Well, but if you know how it all works and since you are so wealthy, why don’t you help me out tonight and tip me at least a few bucks.” He gets very mean, “I am not a customer, and I cannot help the world. ” I say, “OK, so you are in for the free show. ” And I walk away disgusted by his attitude and even more disgusted by his smell. But I am not writing about Mr. StinkyExpert to complain about another cheap customer, no, what concerns me more is knowing that he considers himself as a relationship guide. It actually frightens me, because I am sure that he never mentions in his books the most important rule of a relationship: Basic Hygiene! Not to mention that he is a very rude, cocky, stingy, selfish man, and I thinks those are all the qualities that will guarantee any relationship to fail.

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Posted in Customers with tags , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2013 by tiltdiary

I have heard many stories in my career as a stripper, and I have encountered many different type of customers. Not much can piss me off easily. I have had guys try to degrade me or just be rude and say stupid things, but in general I just walk away not thinking or feeling much. You learn to brush it off and when you meet a real a..hole who know anyway he cannot hurt you because he means nothing to you.

But this one did get to me. I meet George, the African American lawyer, on a very slow night at the club. There are only three customers in the club including him. George is the type of person who thinks he knows everything and all. In Croatia we would say, “On misli da je kokicama pojel pamet”, which means, he thinks he ate the intelligence of all chickens, and that’s why he’s convinced he is smarter than anybody else in the world. George tells me many stories that night, including that he wakes up every morning wishing to have an affair and playing golf that day, but most days he doesn’t accomplish both. He goes on telling me stories from Pontius to Pilate. Blah blah blah. George finds his stories funny, entertaining, and he thinks of himself as a genius. He also thinks he is a stripper and strip club expert and knows everything about my job in this line of work. He is almost unbearable to listen to, but I do go back each time he tips me $2 on stage to thank him, and it’s hard to get away from this type of self-important customer without being rude. So I endure switching my ears to the life saving draft setting. In one ear, out the other.

As the night goes on, George gets drunker and drunker, and gives me his business card thinking I could help him to fulfill his daily goal of having an affair. He is actually talking to me as if he had given me already valuable presents and with that a sexual affair is justified. Meanwhile, he has only spend $6 so far on me. He keeps telling me how generous he tips the girl of his choice, and I am just surprised by how delusional this man is. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He actually lets loose some very degrading comments about his wife, for example he says, “The reason why my marriage works is because I fuck my wife every morning before I go to work. She gets what she wants …” Yeah, question is who get’s what they want?

Anyhow, at some point George asks me, “Do you have any children?” I say, “No, just dogs.” Oh boy, I just gave George another topic he’s an expert on: dog training. He rambles on, “Oh that’s expensive. I have two pit bulls, and I train them with an electric shock collar, and it really works, ha ha, I am actually surprised how smart they are, they get it right away, ha ha.” I say to George, “OK, that’s enough now, George. I do not wish to hear how you abuse your dogs. I have a dog training business and using an electric shock collar on any animal is animals abuse. George you are a very cruel man.” He laughs, “Ha ha ha, this one time my pit bull bumped by accident into my son, and I turned the remote up to 10 and …” Now I am furious, and I look that motherfucker in the eyes, and I say, “I do not wish to hear this story, you are a very cruel man, please stop.” He grabs my arm to prevent me from leaving and laughs again, “Ha ha ha, seriously?” Now he has touched my Croatian revenge nerve. I stare him in the eyes like his pit bull would before attacking, I curse him silently, and I free my arm and walk off into the dressing room. This man is a dead man for me. He’s unworthy of my attention, and I choose to walk away, otherwise I cannot guarantee for anything. I feel like dolphins in captivity. The trainers create an area for the animals that’s there time out zone, and if someone touches them after they retrieve to this zone, anything can happen. The dolphins can even kill you. And I could kill this heartless, uneducated, ignorant, disrespectful monster of a human man. And then people wonder why pit bulls kill. Because idiots like George have to have a pit bull in order to enhance their status symbol. I hope George’s dick falls off next time he shocks one of his dogs.

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