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What that bastard Howl has been up to since I got back.

Started by The Good Reverend Roger, August 15, 2013, 11:06:31 PM

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The Good Reverend Roger

August 15, 2013, 11:06:31 PM
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Quote from: Radical's lecture on belly dancing

Dok Howl: Belly dancing ruined my life. Not so long ago, I was a successful career man in a major energy company. I had a family and a nice 4 bedroom up in Oro Valley. Then, one day, I decided to eat dinner at the "Ali Baba Restaurant on Speedway. They had a belly dancer there, working for tips.

She wasn't very good, and I joked that I could do better. She overheard, and loudly dared me to do so. With my friends leering at me and waiting for me to chicken out, I felt that I was committed, and got up. I don't remember much of what happened next, but when I came to, dollar bills had been shoved into my boxers...The only article of clothing I was still wearing.

Before long, I was sneaking out on weeknights, hitting every bistro in Tucson. My work began to suffer, and eventually I was terminated after showing up to work in bangles that I had forgotten to take off from the night before. My wife left me, and took the kids. My mortgage defaulted, and still I couldn't stop.

In less than two months, I hit rock bottom, working sleezy unlicensed venues in South Tucson. At this point in the story, I'm supposed to find Jesus and get back on the straight and narrow. But that never happened. I'm still shaking my hips for the crowd, pulling in those one dollar bills, and losing myself in the sitar music. I am a junkie for raqs sharqi , and I make no excuses.
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GrannySmith

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August 16, 2013, 05:58:13 AM
 :lulz: :lulz: i love this story, and i have nothing against belly dancing. in fact, there should be more belly dancing men!!!
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GrannySmith

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August 16, 2013, 06:08:13 AM
goddammit, the meme... i'm sorry i'm a bit slow, especially so early.



i stand by my statement though; more bellydancing men!!! and gogo men goddammit.
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Mesozoic Mister Nigel

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August 16, 2013, 03:29:12 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 15, 2013, 11:06:31 PM
http://www.fizzygrizzly.com/forum/showthread.php?p=315447#post315447

Quote from: Radical's lecture on belly dancing

Dok Howl: Belly dancing ruined my life. Not so long ago, I was a successful career man in a major energy company. I had a family and a nice 4 bedroom up in Oro Valley. Then, one day, I decided to eat dinner at the "Ali Baba Restaurant on Speedway. They had a belly dancer there, working for tips.

She wasn't very good, and I joked that I could do better. She overheard, and loudly dared me to do so. With my friends leering at me and waiting for me to chicken out, I felt that I was committed, and got up. I don't remember much of what happened next, but when I came to, dollar bills had been shoved into my boxers...The only article of clothing I was still wearing.

Before long, I was sneaking out on weeknights, hitting every bistro in Tucson. My work began to suffer, and eventually I was terminated after showing up to work in bangles that I had forgotten to take off from the night before. My wife left me, and took the kids. My mortgage defaulted, and still I couldn't stop.

In less than two months, I hit rock bottom, working sleezy unlicensed venues in South Tucson. At this point in the story, I'm supposed to find Jesus and get back on the straight and narrow. But that never happened. I'm still shaking my hips for the crowd, pulling in those one dollar bills, and losing myself in the sitar music. I am a junkie for raqs sharqi , and I make no excuses.

:lulz: That's beautiful.
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Ben Shapiro

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August 16, 2013, 03:31:46 PM
Never Forget!

Faust

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August 16, 2013, 04:08:15 PM
That's the most touching story I've heard in years.
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August 16, 2013, 06:05:59 PM
If even one child is saved by this story, it was all worth it. *sniff*
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