Old Strippers Never Die, They Just Use Less Body Glitter

It’s not often we stumble across a story about a stripper who is old enough to be our grandmother, but to find two in one day–well, that just makes us think of our own aging relatives and that always kills the mood. It also makes us wonder if we’ll still be blogging when we’re 80, because the side-by-side tales of two strippers still shaking their goods for audiences past the age of 75 teaches us that if you find a job you’re really good at, you might be stuck there for awhile. Maybe they’ve stopped doing acrobatic pole maneuvers–but if you strutted your stuff for Frank Sinatra and banged Elvis before he was bloated, you can pretty much call your own shots.

· Stripper to appear at Edinburgh Fringe (timesonline.co.uk, via nerve.com)
· Stripper, 80, still taking her clothes off (cnn.com — thanks B)

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  • drunkexpatwriter

    Why, thank you!

  • Anonymous

    This is from Front Magazine a few years back. I wrote a fucking kick-ass joke that went with the shoot about the man with the world’s biggest tongue.

  • drunkexpatwriter

    @mikerandom: Writing jokes for porn stuff is the best.

    About three years ago I was writing the copy for a site dedicated to gay dudes who were into Iraqi prisoners.

    I came up with the tagline “They Already Hate Bush – Make Them Love Dick.”

  • hebear mcghee

    I once had the pleasure of being in a strip club on a night when three generations of familial stripperdom were sharing the same stage. In all fairness though the matriarch of the family was thirty years shy of being an octogenarian.

  • MalzyWheels

    My second cousin sent me the Tempest Storm story a couple days ago. He was beaming with pride because she was a fellow Georgian. Then he sent me this link:

    [www.bigbreastarchive.com]

    She wasn’t bad back in the day. Too bad that day was back when Pterodactyls ruled the Earth.

  • Come a little Miroslav Klose You’re My Kind of Man

    @hebear mcghee (is a wolf in wolf’s clothing): Exactly. Call us back when they make it four, & the great-grandmother is pushing dais… er, eighty.