Fold My Laundry Please

The other day Andrew got some cash from the bank.  On a lark, he decided to receive it in the form of a roll of freshly minted $1 coins.  Later, in the car, he was playing with a handful of coins ala Scrooge McDuck when he jokingly said, "Now I’m ready for the strip club!  WOOHOO!"  And I laughed because can you imagine how fast you’d get thrown out of a club if you started dropping coins in some girls panties?  Not that I imagine things like that.  It’s just that paper is the norm and coins would make that jingly noise as they danced, not to mention the discomfort of the whole thing.  Not that I would have any knowledge of that sort of thing!

I’m not making this any better, am I?

ANYWAY…

The point is that I laughed.  At a somewhat lewd joke.  And within milliseconds, I heard a little girl’s voice pipe up from the back seat saying, "Now I’m ready for the strip club!  WOOHOO!"  Which made me laugh even harder (though rest assured, I was also feeling the proper amount of shame and abhorrence) and prompted many cheerful repetitions from the afforementioned little girl.

Then came the questions from The Inquisitive Ones. 

What’s a strip club?

Why would a lady want to do a bad dance for people?

Why do they want you to put coins in their panties?

Is there a strip club near our house?

Can we go see one someday?

Suddenly I need a tylenol.

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