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[weener]

I think that strip clubs are completely lame as well. I mean, it's all about exploitation (of both the dancers and the customers).

I can't understand why guys like to go to them for any reason except humor. I mean, how are strip clubs sexy? Girls that pretend to like you to get your money but secretly despise you? I mean, you gotta be pretty desperate to look at some naked bodies to put up with that kind of humiliation, except for those guys that have themselves convinced that the dancers really want them.

I like looking at guys' bodies as much as the next person, but I would be pretty embarrassed to go to one of those guy strip clubs to look at guys for money.

[raubhimself]

i also don't know how a bunch of guys can sit around eachother with boners and not seem to mind.

bingo. if going there is your thing, then i guess it's your thing.

i have not been to a strip club since my friend taj and i got beat up by bikers outside the paper dragon. then tackled by the cops, who ended up letting us go becasue they thought being beat up by bikers was punishment enough, which just really makes for a good story about how i got beat up by bikers at a strip club

that was seven years ago

oh wait i went to one with jeff and arron after we played 2 hours before (fuck you har mar,not quite the super star) trail of dead. if memory serves, i know we were at the old nitas at least

but yea not since then

so wait... why were you getting beat up by bikers? and then why were the cops tackling you and not the bikers?

[chadk]

so wait... why were you getting beat up by bikers? and then why were the cops tackling you and not the bikers?

well, i was living in denver during this particular summer, and my friend/roomate was booking at a club called the raven, now called the climax, and we were at this show he was setting up for the wednesdays, a christian garage rock band that actually ruled something fierce, and i'm sitting with the blacks, a band from tucson, another garage band, who are now memebers of shark pants, and we decide to go to the breakfast king after jason got done wrapping up the show. Taj, another roomate shows up as he's a cook and didn't get out till closing and is like, dude i need a beer. the club was done serving so we decide to leave early because next to the breakfast king is a bar/strip club called the paper dragon, similar to probably divas, though i've never been, but small. so really we weren't going to see middle age dancers shaking their sag, which this was the kind of place it was, but more so for a few beers till jason and the blacks and the wendesdays showed up at the diner. SO, it's closing time and taj had like, two sips from his beer and has it is yanked away by the bouncer who must have thought we were really enjoying the show. taj is a small guy with lots of tattos, has a bit of a temeper tantrum, and on the way out a regular (biker) says something lame, to which Taj grabs the dude and tries to push said biker down, the biker happens to be about three times the weight of taj so taj is the one who ends up on the ground, by this time we are in the parking lot with about seven guys in a circle watching the show. the biker obviously has the upper hand so i try to level the plaing field by kicking the biker off of taj, which results in a, "hey it's their fight" and i'm on the ground wrestling some other dude. eventually we are released and walking away when the cops show up, I tell Taj, "dude just keep walking" as if nothing happened and after a few "stop in the name of the law" (actually i don't think they said that persay but it was something close to that) we hear running footstps behind us, thats when i was tasting the cement and dirt and the cops knee finds the perfect spot in my back. "i told you to stop!" shouts the cop, to which i say, "sorry sir yes sir sorry sir". we were let up dragged over to the cop car where they checked our license's, and i'm let go, taj they keep, as he was the instegator. i walk over to the breakfast king with bloody knuckles and knees and my favorite queers shirt torn in two to find jason, the blacks,and the wednesdays, sitting at a booth eating dinner. "Dude Taj is going to jail!" the chritian rock band jaws drop, the blacks look up inquisitively, and then taj walks in, stating they let him go because the bikers did him enough justice.

sorry for the novel, jens out of town and i have nothing better to do then write gramatically riddled diatribes.

the lesson however is don't go to strip bars

also the guys in the blacks were instantly friends for eva, Chad Black rest in peace brother

[ericj]

If you go to a strip club, don't look at the girls bodies - that's how they get paid.

If you watch their face (their eyes in particular), one of two things will happen: they will look away and probably avoid you the rest of the night (1), (2) they will believe you to be a good-hearted person and talk to you all night and will give you free lap dances.

... From what I hear, I mean.

... Yeah.