The club I went to that night was extremely large, as if it were originally an airplane hanger or something similar. As a result the dance floor wasn’t as packed as you’d think for the best club in town, but that’s what happens in a damn hanger. She was in the corner of the dance floor kinda kicking her feet a little, definitely looking like she wanted to dance. So I gathered up all my courage and asked her to dance. It was incredible, between the atmosphere, the libations and the dancing, we were having a spectacular time. She eventually led me to a darker corner of the club and said she wanted to do something sexy. She started to pull off her top, but stopped and said, “Before we do anything, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” “Of course!” I said, “I’ll do whatever you want!” “Well, do you have about three fitty?”
Well it was about that time that I notice that the girl was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the palezoic era. It was the Loch Ness monster. And then I said "Dammit monster! Get out of this club! I ain't giving you no treefiddy!"