I have always wanted to be a stripper for one night. I’m quite certain it would be loads of fun and paying off my credit card is well worth one night of tempting the gross and nasties with my lady parts. I am serious that if the hubs weren’t such a joy sucker, ie if I were still single and carefree, I would 100% fulfill my lifelong dream of swinging round the merry pole and shimmying my badonkadonk down an STD laden stage. I’d have this amazing arsenal of stories and blog fodder. There’d be characters better than anything I could possibly make up, plus I’d be able to add it to my resume as one of my work experiences.
And you better believe I’d do the naughty teacher bit.