Him: I love depressed guys


“I love depressed guys” the stripper said as she stared at the club’s ceiling and smoked her cigarette, “They’re good at sex.”
“Well I’m not depressed and I’m good at sex” he said.
She turned to look at him and blinked her eyes, “You live in a closet, smoke crack at dawn, and have a disease” she told him.
“So? That doesn’t mean it makes me depressed” he insisted.
“But your parents died in a car accident when you were twelve.”
“And?”
“And your brother is a murderer.”
“And?”
“And you don’t have anything going for you in your life.”
“That’s true.”
“See, you’re depressed.”
“Shall we have sex then?”
“No” she said.

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