Flower

Ehh…why not?

 

Alright, I wasn’t going to write about SuicideGirls – Flip Strip (iTunes link) but now I feel the need to. It’s incredibly easy to make a large amount of jokes regarding this application. But instead of taking the low road, I thought I’d take the high one this time. Maybe someone reading this will gain a tiny ounce of confidence or feel somewhat better about themselves after I share with you my worldly wisdom that soon will be available for all to read at your local Barnes and Noble bookstore. (Yes, I’m being sarcastic. I do have a couple of ideas that would make a great book however, I just don’t wanna be one of “those people” at Starbucks).

 

Clothes on...

Clothes on...

 

 

Flip Strip is simple and explains everything in the description. Remember the pen Gramps brought home from his trip to Hawaii. It was a simply a woman in a bikini but when you held the pen upside down, her clothes went back on. (On a personal note, do they even make pens like that anymore? I need to find me one sometime). Anyways, this application works the same way. Right side up, the girls have clothes on; upside down, they’re in their undies.

 

 

Clothes off...

Clothes off...

 

So why even mention it? Because this app reminds me of strip clubs. And strip clubs remind me of women. And women remind of arrogant pricks. If you’re fresh out of a relationship, having been dumped because of reasons unknown or maybe you have your eye on a cute girl in one of your classes but you think she only likes the stuck up asshole types, you owe it to yourself to visit a strip club. Don’t get all dressed up as if you’re going on a date or trying to impress the ladies, go as yourself. When you get there, grab a beer and find a good table/booth where you can see the entire bar. Now sit back and pay attention to all the people around you. Notice the frustrated female bartender. Notice the bored-out-of-his-mind-I’m-going-to-kill-someone-soon bouncer. Notice the happy little DJ spinning in his own little booth, most likely zoned out on pot. Notice the girl(s) on stage with their discontented, “I’ve got better things to do, why am I here” look on her face. And finally, notice the tail wagging, I look so damn cool with my hat sideways, she must dig me because I went to the gym yesterday asshole desperately waiting to be acknowledged at the feet of the dancer. See that guy? THAT’S your competition. The arrogant prick that “all the ladies love” is spending his money and time at a strip club. The conceited douche at the gym that you think the ladies must adore…behind you at table #3. The guy that broke sweet Kelly’s heart because he cheated on her with Rachel? Probably in the bathroom trying to take a piss. I always forget to tell my friends to visit strip clubs when they get dumped. What better way to be reminded than to have it written here, on the web? You can learn a lot by visiting such a place and for some reason or other, I’d recommend it. I also would ask that you treat the women who work there with respect. It’s their job and they’re trying to make a living in a way not many of us would even think about. And one more thing before I go: if you really wanna piss off the asshole I previously mentioned, ask a girl to sit and chat with you. She won’t stay long because the manager will get upset but spend some time talking and getting to know her. Ask her personal questions, avoiding anything sexually related. You’ll be shocked to find out she’s actually human too?! ;)

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