HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE LIFE CHOICES I STILL COUNT USING MY FINGERS
AND I SING THE WHOLE ALPHABET TO SEE WHAT LETTER COMES NEXT
I STILL HOLD UP BOTH HANDS AND MAKE AN L SHAPE TO REMIND MYSELF OF LEFT AND RIGHT
I STILL HAVE TO THINK OF AN ALLIGATOR EATING THE BIGGER NUMBER TO USE THE < AND > SYMBOLS.
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Steve rolled his eyes trying his best to look uninterested as he sipped his beer and concentrated on looking over at the side wall, keeping his eyes as far away from the male stripper as he possibly could. Danny on the other hand wasn’t making any attempt to hide his interest at the half naked man on stage, who was now rolling his hips.
“You know, I have the ass to be a stripper” Danno yelled to Steve over the loud sleazy music, “Just not the height, I mean who wants a 5ft5 stripper giving them a lap dance right?!” He chuckled. Steve grunted something in response, he was still trying to work out why Danny had dragged him here. He would much rather be spending the evening alone with his boyfriend on the couch at home watching cheesy movies.
“Can we leave yet?” he said, turning to face Danny. The shorter male laughed a little “You are quite possibly the only man on EARTH who wants to leave a strip club!” he chuckled “But you didn’t even get your lap dance yet!?” he winked. Steve rubbed his hand over his face “Unless it’s from you, I respectfully decline” he said, finishing off his beer, hoping Danny would drop the issue “Let’s go home, babe” Steve murmured pressing his lips to Danny’s ear “You can give me a private show in the bedroom, yeah?” he winked.