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
“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?
