it's literally right across the street

I'm like a lot of guys. In that I work near an airport.

And where there's an airport, there's a strip club.

As it happens there are a row of dealerships across from the strip club you know...in the place near the airport.

I've been going to this strip club semi regularly I guess once a week for the last month or so while we fiddled and pondered the collapse of the American auto industry.

Last night I was with a big girl, the biggest girl in the club. But who am I to talk? I told her I liked the way she danced and she giggled, "I don't really have a lot of moves. I am horny though."
I later commented (to myself) that I had been looking for that, a big girl. Right the horny part too, the horny part was good.

It always sounds nasty when you say, "I went looking for that" like I was trolling and drooling in the street like some slathering stooped-over dr. jekyll or mr. hyde; you know the bad one.

I guess the tiny girls looked nice too, with their spines poking out of their backs and their taught stomach muscles all contorted and writhing.