Join Dick Fitswell, as the strip club's phone booth collapses around him and the stripper he's having sex with
By Jack Corbett
Son of a bitch, It's the manager, I tell Susan. Sorry that he has to spoil the magic moment for you. The manager needs all the help he can get. He's got the doorman and two customers with him. The four men can lift the booth off the floor and set it upright, so we can get out the door.
Then
I scream at the manager, "Don
't bother me until I have finished."
And after the manager and several employees extricate mel and Susan from the capsized phone booth.
"Now there's one thing I am , it's being polite." So I tell them all..."Thanks guys. I think I'll even stay for a few more beers."
Then they kicked me out of the club. "What's wrong with people these days? Can't they be polite anymore and just let us have our fun?"
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Finally--the book that tells the real story about Dick Fitswell
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