What is the worst stripper story you ever heard?

Question

why do they always have such bad luck?

Answer 1

I've only that they smell like baby power.

Answer 2

SHe was turned away at the door, moments later the bouncer who escorted her burst into the house and shot a 22 at the person living inside... it was a party and they changed their minds about the stripper... he is suffering brain damage now.

Answer 3

I was having a bachelor party for one of my friends.
We invited way too many people. The drugs were everywhere.
Anyways as the party lived on the striper got a hold of her pimps (drug dealer’s) good stuff.
He was pissed off. He slapped her around a bit.
I gave her a room to settle down in, the dealer left. I paid him off.
She started to cry about how bad her life was and about being raped by her step father and brothers.
I left her there to sleep it off.
When it was check out time we found her dead in bed naked.
It was a wild party; I didn’t know what happened to her.
But it didn’t look good. We decided to hide the body.
Out the window you could see the roof of the 13th floor.
So we tossed her out. (Bang) She hit an air conditioner, one of those roof types.
Blood was all over the roof. Good thing it was raining.
We waited till she stopped leaking to move the body any farther.
From the roof of the 13th floor the parking garage was slightly lower and only 10 ft away.
One of us had to get the truck on the top of the parking garage and toss her in.
(I’ll never do this again with a hangover.)
On 3 we will let her fly I said.
1, 2 oops in the middle of 2 and 3 I slipped and let go too soon.
There she goes… but wait only her body made it in…. she was decapitated by a fence to keep people from jumping off the parking garage.
Damn it, I had to get the head back.
I checked out and went to the ally between the hotel and parking garage.
I t was a dark ally. I could just make out the dog in the ally licking something but what?
OMG, he’s licking the head. I wanted to barf, but I was more in fear of not getting out of this.
I yelled at the dog to get, it just growled at me.
I picked up a trash can lid and started to bang it.
The dog grabbed the head and tried to run….it had a bad leg.
If this was someone else I’d be laughing my a$$ off.
I threw the trash lid like a Frisbee; the dog tried to catch it, and was knocked out cold.
The head was now mine.
I didn’t want to touch it; I spotted an Igloo Playmate lunch box.
I put the head inside; just as some hobo said “Hey what are you doing with my stuff”.
I ran as fast as I could.
Knocking some people down as I ran out of the ally.
I apologized but kept moving at a fast pace.
The police wanted to know what was going on.
As the bum caught up with the cop I was sure he’d want to know if it was my lunch box or the bums.
I had to think fast.
I had a sharpie in my pocket, so I wrote my name on it.
He asked if it was mine, I said yes.
He asked to look in it; I said do you have a search warrant and just laughed.
I showed him my ID and the name I just wrote on the lunch box.
At this time my friends yelled out of the truck an said “Hey were going to be late for work.”
The cop told the bum to move it as I jumped in the truck.
Man talk about a close one.
I won’t even tell you what happened next.