When I was still dancing, I worked with this girl. Her name was E. We knew so many E’s at the time, we started attaching adjectives to their names, to tell them apart. There was Cool E, Hippie E, and the E that we worked with. She came to be called Dumb E.
E Had a serious lisp–the worst lisp I’ve ever heard. She was also incredibly stupid. She was a year older than me (20 at the time) but she had the I.Q. of an 8 year old (maybe). And when you talked to her in the dressing room, you just thought of her as an eight-year-old, and everything was OK.
However, ten minutes later, that same little girl would be completely naked (it was an all nude club) climb up a 30-foot pole, flip upside down, slide to the floor and show the guy in the front row her p***y for a dollar. She had surprisingly good motor skills, for a complete moron. No rhythm, but she didn’t fall and bash her head, very often. Read More »

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