Dear God.
Please send guys into the club that have money tonight.
And that are willing to part with it, easily.
Please send the jerk offs to another club.
Because I don't have the patience today.
I want my ideal customers tonight, so
I can pay my mortgage, and feed my kid this week.
Please help me be the ultimate cocktease
and make a pile of money,
so I don't have to go on food stamps.
Oh, and PS, keep the wiggers out tonight too.
They don't have shit.
Thanks, God.
I know you're the only man that's got my back.
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Please leave something juicy here, and if you're coming to whine, I'll leave you some cheese.