It’s your Birthday and ‘your mates’ have taped you to a chair using duct tape on the stage of your cloal fleapit in front of the howling chavvy crowd, while the local stripper gyrates in your face until you pass out! Happy Birthday son!
Apparently pole dancing is a honourable profession, that keeps you fit. Well that’s what these poor hapless tarts probably believe. In reality, if you daughter is ‘on the pole’ or owns a clear pair of heals, then as a parent, YOU = FAIL.
So it’s your Birthday and for a special treat, a stripper dry humps you dressed as copper on the stage of your local fleapit. It gets no better than this!