There was a gay black guy on our team at the call center penitentiary who's company was much enjoyed by everyone. He had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that entertained us all. He got ran off of our team by our manager, unfortunately, for being too entertaining.

So he got replaced by a new gay black guy, who's much cheekier. He made himself disliked by much of the team immediately. He seems to be winning them back, though, and you may find the methods he's using to do this unusual. If you don't, then maybe you are unusual.

Today he was telling us that he's hoping to buy a house soon, and he's going to reserve one room for two stripper poles and mirrors all along the walls. He says this is because his four sisters are all strippers, even one who is a nurse by day. He says they come over and give him lessons on how to dance like a stripper, and he enjoys dancing with them for fun and exercise.

It doesn't end there. He also invites his gay friends over to strip dance.

You may think this is an odd hobby for someone to confide to their new co-workers less than a month into the job. However, rather than casting a leery glance his way, my female team mates expressed interest in joining this Satanic cabal. "Oh, there wouldn't be no guys asking for your phone number! It would be eight guys like me," he assured them. Yes, there's nothing to fear from eight naked, gay black guys flopping their cocks around on stripper poles, is there?

Most interestingly, one of the girls to express interest was a Sunni Muslim, who wears a scarf on her head and dresses to her ankles no matter what the weather. "Ooh, Carmen Electra has this video on how to lap dance..," she enthused. To see a Muslim girl in a scarf and raincoat strip to her toenails and bounce her corpulent bottom to some contemporary dance music...well, I think I would pay $100 to see that. I would sneak a camera phone in so I could make a movie and send it to the Taliban, too, so they could see how their religion plays out in Western circles.

Four sisters who strip for a living, their gay brother, his eight gay friends, and my female co-workers, including an orthodox Muslim, all booty-shaking naked in someone's basement.

Sometimes I have a hard time relating to my co-workers.