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Tony Robbins Infomercial Stripper

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When it comes to strippers, surely you’ve been the person, were with the person, knew a person or heard about someone who uttered the phrase, “I think she really liked me”. The key for a stripper to make money, a lot of money, is to make each of her customers feel special. This is even harder than it sounds, (no pun intended). Think about trying to make people feel special individually while they’re all in the same room, sometimes even sitting next to one another.

 

“Nothing good ever happens at three o’clock in the morning.” – Every mother in America.

 

I know you’ve heard this one. There’s just something odd about the way the brain works in the wee hours of the morning. Even if you’re not snorting lines off the back of a toilet or engaging in physical debauchery, there is a certain cloud that hovers above one’s head, a certain metaphysical contact high if you will.

 

Regardless of who or what you are, we all want to be special. If you’ve achieved this mindset and believe that you are special, then congratulations you’re among the 0.001% of the world. For the rest of us, there is always this little, teeny, tiny, speck that makes us feel all alone. We want to be wowed into feeling miraculous. We need someone to inspire us to be great.

 

Now, take all of the above and sit your ass in front of the television at three o’clock in the morning and flip the channels until you stop on the Tony Robbins infomercial. It’s glorious. He seems so happy and smart. He’s so successful and tan. Anyone that tall that doesn’t play basketball and is successful must be the greatest person alive.

 

I wasn’t even sure what he was selling, but celebrity after celebrity continued to tell me how wonderful Tony was and how he changed their life forever. Not only did their lives change, but it was for the better. Some of the spokesmodels were so famous I didn’t even know who they were. But I wasn’t going to allow that to slow me down, in fact it made me think I needed to be more proactive and get to know more celebrities.

 

Even without ordering the product I did feel fired up, inspired. I wanted to get active, get moving, to make things happen and I did just that. Although it was hard, I did what needed to be done.

 

I got up, turned off the television and went to bed. Thanks Tony! I might have sat there all night without you.

 

Egg On!

Ramblin’ Rooster

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Written by Ramblin' Rooster

April 30, 2009 at 3:11 am

4 Responses

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  1. Very nice! (As always, I might add.)

    In my mispent youth, I visited some strip clubs. Every time I did, without fail, one of my drunken friends would utter those immortal words.

    Ah, memories…

    alantru

    May 1, 2009 at 1:44 am

  2. alantru, I would love to know what a well spent youth is like. Hours of classical piano training, followed by tea and poetry in the garden, then off to the library for etiquette lessons? I think it’s alright to be drunk and think the stripper likes you, it’s when you’re able to say, “My first ex wife was a stripper” that you need to take a pause and reexamine some things in your life. Always a pleasure to hear from you and I look forward to your next post. Maybe tonight I’ll add you to my blogroll. Thanks for commenting.

    Ramblin' Rooster

    May 1, 2009 at 3:17 am

  3. I do believe you just summed up a well spent youth.
    Always my pleasure. See you again soon.

    alantru

    May 1, 2009 at 3:46 am

    • alantru, the only well spent youth starts, “With the success of my parent’s toy franchise, they decided to open a candy store next to the pony ranch.” See in you type.

      Ramblin' Rooster

      May 1, 2009 at 4:12 am


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