A prostitute goes to the dad, and he notices her coming his way. He quickly closes his son's eyes.
Son: Dad, what was that woman wearing?
Dad: Uhh, nothing.
They were clothed.
A pair of frittatas.
The locals are the best. They didn’t have any. They need to Polish up their Pole dancers.
It was looking for guy-dance.
The girls there were dancing like nobody was watching
“Sorry, we’re clothed.”
temporarily clothed
Whor-des!
“Oh we want the hottest girls you got”
The circus is filled with cunning stunts
Freeze, you're under abreast!
His mom gets angry and asks him: Did you see anything there that you were not supposed to see?
Boy: Yes, I saw dad!
They take a poll.
Cause he wanted some ho ho hoes
Would the sign say "SORRY, WE'RE CLOTHED!"
I said, “ There are a lot of hard times in there.”
Beat it, we're closed.
"TechnoTitLand"
I guess you could call it Pole-land
Sign said Thorry, we’re clothed.
They both raise cocks.
Make it reign
...are you twerking hard, or hardly twerking?
Don't you know breasts are 50 cents a piece here?
